Friday 22nd September

    

Compartmentalising and coping

To stop the

Melancholy and moping

Putting on a

Daily mask and hoping

Others can’t see

The fear and foreboding

That I hide

In order to live without provoking

A tear, a sob

Collapsing in a heap, choking

But memories

Of you, bouncing back and exploding

So that I can

Go out, with a smile, strolling

    

My darling Angel

xxxxxx