Thursday 25th April
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Early, early morning
Or the middle of the night
Two thirty at the hotel
After a bumpy night flight
Sleeping for a few hours
Then on the road at daylight
Driving back home in traffic
Took longer than I thought it might
Now suitcases are unpacked
And everything’s all right
.
And thinking of you
Sweet Angel son
xxxxxx
Dark moody skies driving home
Towards the rain on the A30
Old stone bridge over the River Inny, east Cornwall
Your primulas growing well
Auntie gave you some carnations
We love you sweetie
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 
Lovely photographs to accompany an excellent poem. There seems to be a shift in your work, in that the poems are dedicated to Frank without necessarily focussing on him. I think that is positive
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Thank you Derrick.
And also for your perceptive observations. I had thought for some time that I was becoming stuck in posting my unchanging reflections surrounding my grief. Oftentimes leading to a darkening spiral into depression. And I know that is not good.
Keep on keeping on and all that….
x
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Excellent – I’m pleased X
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😊
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That certainly is an angry sky, of the sort that has recently given us the screaming heebies.
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It really was threatening, and produced some sharp downpours.
Time for the April showers to end!
☔🌧️☔
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