Friday 10th February
My precious son, dear and sweet
Dancing now with Angel feet
Flying high with feathered wings
With a voice that heavenly sings
Painting with colours all aglow
Filling skies with a bright rainbow
On fluffy clouds you lay your head
Wish you were here with me instead.
Love you
Miss you
xxxxxx





This is a really lovely poem. Sad and heartfelt. Thanks for sharing
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Thank you so much.
Most kind.
x
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