The road ahead

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Monday 16th November

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The road ahead isn’t straight

And nor is it brightly lit

It twists and turns unevenly

Stumbling when those memories hit

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Sometimes the path leads to a beach

With the brightest, sparkling sea

Golden sand, soft underfoot

And palm trees waving invitingly

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At times, unexpectedly

A cold, dark tunnel is your route

Your head slides in a tailspin

The pain of loss, just so acute

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And I miss you so

Dearest Angel son

xxxxx

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