Thursday 16th February
Grief changes shape
But it's always there
A presence that lingers
A weight that we bear
It's the ache in your heart
On a quiet, calm night
The tears that fall
Without reason or might
At times it's a storm
That rages within
A tempest of sorrow
That won't give in
It howls and wails
And screams for release
And when it subsides
There's a sense of peace
During other times
It's a quiet ache
A subtle longing
That just won't abate
It's the memory that clings
So tight to your mind
The one you can't
Leave far behind
Love you so much
Precious sons
Treasured Mum
xxxxx
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 
This poem is wonderful!! It hits the main elements of grief and the journey it takes. I love it. So beautiful!!
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So very kind of you to say.
Many thanks indeed.
x 💖 x
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Brilliant 🖤🖤
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Very many thanks.
x 💞 x
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You’re so welcome 🖤
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Grief is indeed an emotional roller coaster ride, and it’s always there inside us, waiting to express itself in anger or a fleeting glimpse of memory or guilt. It never goes away but just manifests itself another way. I’m so sorry for your loss. Thanks for sharing the heartfelt poem.
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Thank you so much for your lovely words and thoughts.
I appreciate your kindness.
Take good care.
Melanie x
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