Sunday 8th December
.
Wondering and questioning
No answers to be found
Incredulity, uncertainty
Left me floundering around
.
The night you went to heaven
You made not a sound
As your little heart stopped
You found the angel’s playground
.
Precious boy
Darling son
Angel mine
Forever young
.
xxxxx
Strong winds blowing across Porthmeor Beach
An empty beach
What a moving post
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Thank you so much.
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From the well of your sorrow may you find great joy ❤
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That’s really kind of you to say.
Thank you.
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I guess you’ll never find the answer.
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No, I don’t suppose I ever will.
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