The road ahead


Monday 16th November


The road ahead isn’t straight

And nor is it brightly lit

It twists and turns unevenly

Stumbling when those memories hit


Sometimes the path leads to a beach

With the brightest, sparkling sea

Golden sand, soft underfoot

And palm trees waving invitingly


At times, unexpectedly

A cold, dark tunnel is your route

Your head slides in a tailspin

The pain of loss, just so acute


And I miss you so

Dearest Angel son


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