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Saturday, 26 August 2023

MUM

The sun shines down on your grave
I'm sat talking to you
Trying to be brave
At times grief is like a gigantic wave

Magpies and crow's swoop around 
Chattering away on the cemetery ground
Feelng lost, but wanting to be found. 

I dream of happier times
When you were here
Sat on a cemetery bench
Your grave so near

My tears fall fast
Thinking about the past
When you were here with  me
And all our family. 





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