Thursday 3rd May
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I talk to someone
He’s right there
You can’t see him
But I don’t care
He smiles at me
I hold his hand
We meet at night
In my dreamland
My darling boy
Sweet Angel son
Now and forever
Thirty years young
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xxxxxx
May3
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The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 
Very beautiful poem – always keep your son alive in your heart. The flowers are beautiful as well.
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Thank you so very much for your lovely words.
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You’re welcome – I feel for you Melanie.
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Thank you for caring.
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You’re welcome.
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Oh, my heart. Beautifully painful.
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💖👼🏻💖
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Hi Frank!! Keep on talking to Mama!
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Oh Melinda, that did make me smile.
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https://polldaddy.com/js/rating/rating.jsYay!! 🙂
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Wonderful! I sometimes talk to loved ones at night, too.
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Thank you.
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You’re welcome! 🙂
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So beautiful again.
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Thank you so much.
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I love the poem so very sweet xoxo
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Most kind of you to say.
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Precious…
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Thank you.
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