
Sunday 25th February
Grief makes me pretend
With whispered untruths
That everything is fine
But I'm making an excuse
That I am all right
In the light of day
But the pain is there
It won't go away
Love you so much
Treasured sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx





Sunday 25th February
Grief makes me pretend
With whispered untruths
That everything is fine
But I'm making an excuse
That I am all right
In the light of day
But the pain is there
It won't go away
Love you so much
Treasured sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx



