Wondering

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Sunday 8th December

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Wondering and questioning

No answers to be found

Incredulity, uncertainty

Left me floundering around

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The night you went to heaven

You made not a sound

As your little heart stopped

You found the angel’s playground

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Precious boy

Darling son

Angel mine

Forever young

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xxxxx

Strong winds blowing across Porthmeor Beach

An empty beach

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