Fears to combat

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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

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