Moody


Today should be

birthday twenty three

but it was never meant to be

left in a heartbeat

we are left to meet

memories so bittersweet

To my son, ha de Gött!

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Categories: Life, PoetryTags: , ,

5 comments

  1. My empathy to you; my son died when 27. Keep moving ahead, but honor your grieving.

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  2. beautiful, strangely soothing music; sending you hugs, Ulle; I feel your loss: it is hard losing a daughter or son — love 🙂

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  3. Margareta Nilsson's avatar

    Miss him!

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