Unkind

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Thursday 12th December 

Longing for your voice
Your laughter, your smile
But all that I hear
Is emptiness all the while
Memories of our family
They haunt my mind
It was a love so pure
Why was fate so unkind?

Love you so much
Precious sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx
A misty day, over St Ives Bay
Along the harbour front
Fore Street

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