There was no choice


Tuesday 11th June


There was no choice

No preparation

Losing you

No explanation

In my grief

The lamentation

Those memories

My salvation


Sweet Angel son

Flying high


Choppy seas in the harbour

No self-drive boats out today

Strong winds at Porthmeor Beach

11 responses »

  1. Sometimes, all that’s, keeping us going, after we’d, lost that certain someone, is the memories we’d, made with them, and, somehow, we find our strengths, to keep on going in this life without them by our sides…

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