Thursday 22nd December
Sitting on the end of the pier
Waiting for the sun to go down
Was it you that I felt so near?
Your presence seems all around.
Wish you were here my Angel son
To watch the sky’s changing colours
Waiting expectantly my loved one
Marvelling at nature’s wonders.
Thinking of you tonight
Moon and back
xxxxxx
Looks like an Angel bird in flight
Beautiful colours tonight
A wonderful sight
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 
Powerfully beautiful!
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Thank you so much.
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Your poem reminds me of something that happened on my recent vacation in England. As we were walking through Hidcote Garden, I had the thought “my Mom is here with us”. (She passed in ’87 and she loved gardening). I said this to my partner, and she remarked that she had that exact thought just before I said it.
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A lovely story, thank you for sharing.
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Beautiful!!!!!
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Thank you.
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