Friday 16th December
Panic attacks
Emotions to max
Just can't relax
The mirror cracks
Total collapse
The pain, it smacks
Tearstains wet tracks
Calm down, perhaps
Watch time elapse
A parallax
Can't change the facts
Hard falls the axe
Love you so much
Treasured sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 
Panic attacks suck and I have had many of them
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They’re horrible, aren’t they.
Take good care.
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It’s difficult to realize how much we depend on someone simply being there until they aren’t. It isn’t about being dependent; it’s about simply knowing they’re a visit away, a phone call away. They’ve stepped through the veil into a new room and left us behind. Knowing we’ll be together again, someday, doesn’t change the missing them in this moment.
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Oh so very true.
Thank you so much for your kind words and understanding.
Just a moment away……
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Groovy gallery!
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Thanks so much.
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Painful
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Not nice….
Thank you.
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Such mental and physical pain. This poem is felt. Please take care. Big hugs.
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Thank you so much for your lovely words.
Appreciated
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