Monday 28th December
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Grief just happens to be my friend
Quite an unwelcome one at that
Always beside me and in my head
As if I’ve put out the welcome mat
.
Not many see my companion
It doesn’t live in their habitat
Even as I bump into it
Popping round for a little chat
.
Others may think it’s been so long
Since around our table you sat
Their lives go on, new plans are made
Whilst I have fears to combat
.
Missing you poppet
Beloved Angel son
xxxxx
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 
Wow, your words about your son are very powerful. Beautiful poem! 😊
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So very kind of you to say.
Many thanks.
Melanie x
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Grief is a stranger who turns up one day becomes a friend who doesn’t know when to leave
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That is so very true and insightful.
Hope you are well and staying safe.
x
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Happy New year my dear friend.
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Thank you so much.
Wishing you a very happy and peaceful New Year.
x
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