Thursday 1st June

   

I have learnt to hide my pain

So you cannot hear my cries

  

It doesn’t hurt any less

I’m a master of disguise

   

You cannot see my face

With tears falling from my eyes

   

Waking up every morning

As I face the new sunrise

  

I know I won’t get him back

But my eyes still search the skies

  

Somewhere in the clouds he’s there

For my little Starman flies

   

Nothing prepares you for this

When your beloved son dies

   

Sleep tight Angel 

xxxxxx