Monday 20th August
.
You can’t see it
But I feel it
You can’t hear it
But I taste it
You don’t know
But I smell it
.
My grief
.
But look up at night
You’ll see his light
My Angel
.
Reach out your hand
Touching, you’ll understand
My Angel
.
Listen to the waves
Sounds on your heart engraves
My Angel
.
Taste the sweet nectar
He’s there, your protector
My Angel
.
Smell the morning dew
He’s always smiling through
My Angel
.
Missing you poppet
Darling Angel son
xxxxxx
A calm and muggy harbour
Breezy on Porthmeor Beach
Oh, my! This was so moving and tender! A truly wonderful poem!!!
xoxoxo
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So kind of you to say.
Thank you very much indeed.
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The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you.
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Pain so deep, it never goes away
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No, it will never go away.
x 💖 x
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