Her day was filled with love
Two hands in hers.
Those hands she’d nurtured
Every day for years.
And yet,
This day,
This happy day
Was hard;
A day so full of smiles
And some tears;
Because she was a mother,
Loved by two
..But she, a child too
Who loved another;
Felt this day
The absence of her mother.
Her heart was full
And empty.
Happy.
Sad.
Today she longed
For love
She had once had. 
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Absolutely heartbreakingly beautiful Pooky. My heart goes out to you. There is so much about love today a lot of the time the sheer pain for some is missed. Bereavement takes many forms and I know yours could end but til then…. love, hugs x
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Beautiful! Sadness and love are intertwined.
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