Nothing prepares you for this


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 


Boats at low tide

The lifeboat on show

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