Friday 1st June
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I know I won’t see you again
And I know that you’ve gone
But I do still talk to you
As the sun rises each dawn
.
I know I won’t hear your voice
Or feel the touch of your hands
But I still like to remember
As the sun sets over the sands
.
I know, I know, I know
But I still listen out for you
I’m right here, waiting for you
Until our heavenly rendezvous
.
Beloved Angel son
xxxxxx

Muggy, misty and warm

Low tide and dark clouds
An absolutely beautiful poem. One day you’ll meet again. Katie x
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Thank you Katie.
Most kind of you.
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sweet and peaceful.
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Thank you very much.
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I still listen, too.
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Yes, that will never change.
x 👼🏻 x
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Such a lovely poem. I hope the sun will brighten up your heart this summer and find an enjoyment out from the flowers in the garden. Have a fantastic weekend.
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Thank you so very much for your kind words and caring thoughts.
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you are welcome and hope you have a fantastic day:)
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Thank you again.
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Amazing
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Thank you.
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I too just lost my son. Your poems help. Blessings to you. Kathy
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So very sorry for the loss of your precious son.
Thank you for stopping by and reading my poems.
Melanie x
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