Sunday 18th November

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I spend time

Looking to the sky

As I know

That’s where you fly

.

I see you

High above the clouds

No one notices

As I mingle with crowds

.

But I know

That’s where you are

My sweet child

You’re the brightest star

.

With the angels

Wrapped in wings of love

Looking down

From your new home above

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Missing you

And I always will

Loving you

Gently, I hold you still

.

xxxxxx

Chilly and breezy on Porthmeor Beach

Choppy seas in the harbour