
Saturday 9th March
.
I may be smiling
Inside I’m broken
I walk along
With grief unspoken
.
Always thinking of you
Is what I do
It’s your perfect love
That sees me through
.
Darling Angel son
xxxxxx




Porthmeor walkers and their dogs

Heavy grey skies

Saturday 9th March
.
I may be smiling
Inside I’m broken
I walk along
With grief unspoken
.
Always thinking of you
Is what I do
It’s your perfect love
That sees me through
.
Darling Angel son
xxxxxx




Porthmeor walkers and their dogs

Heavy grey skies