Tuesday 20th August
.
Sometimes I think
The tears won’t cease
Sometimes I think
You are at peace
.
Sometimes I know
My heart is broken
Sometimes I know
So much unspoken
.
Sometimes I see
Your face in the crowds
Sometimes I see
Your wings in clouds
.
Sometimes I hear
Your voice on the breeze
Sometimes I hear
Sweet words such as these
.
Sometimes I hold
Your tiny soft hand
Sometimes I hold
Those memories, grand
.
Sometimes I want
To see you again
Sometimes I want
Just wish I knew when
.
Love you so much
Darling Angel son
xxxxxx
So busy again on Porthmeor
Kitty’s Corner was crowded too
Low tide
Such beautiful and haunting words.
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Thank you very much indeed for your kind thoughts.
x 💗 x
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You’re most welcome.
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😊
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The ebb and flow will never cease. They merely trade places, like the tides.
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How very true.
Thank you.
x ❤️ x
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