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
Tears behind your smile
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