Monday 21st November
I hold out my arms
But you’re not there.
I call out your name
But you can’t hear.
I look for your smile
Only in a photograph.
I listen for your laughter
But all is silent.
I feel my heart beating
I know you’re there.
Fly high sweetheart
Precious Angel son
Love you forever
xxxxxx



I can feel your words
As always Sheldon
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Thank you Sheldon.
Most kind.
Take care.
Melanie x
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Excellent abstract photographs of a season which must be so poignant
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Thank you.
Frank loved this time of year ~ so much excitement, innocent enthusiasm and childlike wonder.
Last year was difficult, and I don’t expect that to change really, this year.
We’ll be thinking of him so much.
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My Dad died on Christmas Day 1987. It makes the day a bit more special
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So sorry.
Bittersweet, but special, yes.
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hugs during this season and every day
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Thank you Lynn.
xx
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Gorgeous photographs. A lovely poem too.
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So kind of you to say so.
Thank you.
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