I wrote this poem the morning after dreaming of my Mum, it felt real, normal almost. Meeting in dreams eleven years after her passing is bitter sweet.
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I wrote this poem the morning after dreaming of my Mum, it felt real, normal almost. Meeting in dreams eleven years after her passing is bitter sweet.
Eilidh G Clark 
Beautiful poem about your mum. Your dream is now forever captured. đź’—
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Thank you so much xx
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This is a a beautiful, moving poem.
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Thank you so much x
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gorgeous and poignant… I had dreams of my Dad, but they were mostly awkward and/or disturbing to me. haven’t had one in a while, now that I think about it…
❤
David
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I wish you a warm and happy one Ben x
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Thanks!
-David
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