Sunday 22nd March
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Remembering the little things
And all that you used to do
Mother’s Day presents for me
My box of chocolates eaten by you!
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A pair of earrings, or boots too big
What thoughts were you going through?
A yellow dress, wrong size, but pretty
Given with love, and a heart so true
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Still miss you so, my darling boy
Blowing kisses to a sky, bright blue
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Love you poppet
Beloved Angel son
xxxxx
Porthmeor Beach this afternoon, a lot less windy
A few strolling in the sunshine
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 
That’s a precious poem! The roses are amazing and I dearly love those cards. You must be so glad you saved them!
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Thank you so very much for your kind words.
I do tend to hoard many things from my boys, and little things like this are so precious.
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The poem got me thinking about how Mother’s Day is really a celebration of life, Mother Nature and all.
I think it’s fitting to come right after Easter.
Life and Death celebrated during the time of transitions, fall for some, spring for others.
Really poetic 🤔
Really a special day 😄
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Thank you so much for your lovely words and insightful thoughts.
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Beautiful treasures from your beautiful boy.
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True love
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Thank you.
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U a welcome dear
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Such lovely memories
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Thank you.
Oh so special…..
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🖤🖤
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Thanks for sharing. You might like — https://petersironwood.com/2020/05/02/mothers-day/
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Thank you.
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Great reminders of precious moments, the memories keep alive those we love ❤
Thank you for sharing 😄
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Thank you for stopping by.
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