Saturday 29th January
Those soft droplets
Of weeping rain
A gentle breeze
Whisp'ring your name
The clouds cry out
As if in pain
Soon blown away
The sun will deign
To melt the grey
Shine like champagne
Love you both so much
Precious sons
xxxxx
Jan29
Those soft droplets
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 
I love the flowers and trees, but I also love the horse and angel figures.
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Thank you so much.
The horse is there because Frank used to love to ride, and the angels are looking over him.
Melanie x
💖💕💖
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Beautiful
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Thank you very much indeed.
x
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“shine like champagne” – this is beautifully expressed.
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Thank you so much.
Most kind.
Melanie x
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Beautiful poem!
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Many thanks indeed.
x
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Excellent ! Well shared! ☺💕🎉thanks.💕🎉🙂
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Very kind of you.
Many thanks.
x
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