Wednesday 8th April

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It’s been five long years

Since that painful, sombre day

When your physical body

Your last resting place, lay

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Missing you so much

Precious Angel son

No longer feel your touch

Now forever young

.

xxxxx

From five years ago

He Man’s sword went with you

A sunny morning

Very low tides at Porthmeor Beach

Deep blue seas

Wet ripples on the sand

The Island