Sunday 19th February
The day you went to heaven
Was when the chasm appeared
And I fell, tumbling down
A new future that I feared.
I’ll never stop grieving for you
Because my love won’t cease
So I’m stuck in the chasm
But I know you’re at peace.
Precious Angel son
With me always
xxxxxx
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 
It would be so wrong to say it will get easier, I doubt it, you probably will just resign yourself, but your beautiful precious Son is always there, just behind that closed door, one day he will open it to you and together again you will be. Don’t stop talking to him. No one can understand the hurt the pain you are feeling, only you and your family know that. Maybe even these words won’t help, but just know someone is here someone cares. God Bless. Anna.
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Thank you ever so much for your lovely caring and comforting words ~ and yes, they do help.
I really do appreciate your support.
Melanie x
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Your poems are a bridge …
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Thank you.
Such a lovely thought.
x
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Lovely notion, and lovely work/art/heart. Bridges that span a deep and unforgiving sea, but one that reflects the sky.
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I like the idea of the bridge reflecting the sky, whilst traversing an unpredictable ocean.
Thank you.
x
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