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'I Came across this poem by a Linda Crudgington - January 2004 and I thought it
would be nice to share it with other mums. ('Marian Edgar')
MY GOOD LOOKING SON
Where's the years gone, its slipped away
The hours
seem to blur, night into day
They say it gets easier as the months pass
by,
Why then when he's mentioned, do tears sting my eye's
Such a
"Goodlooking boy", the world at his feet,
places to see, people to
meet,
It all got to much, nothing went right,
He couldn't find the
strength to stay here and fight.
His sister cried "Why did he go,
didn't
he know we loved him so?.
If he could see the grief of his friends,
He
wouldn't have wanted his life to end.
But that was his choice when all's said
and done,
But oh how I miss my "goodlooking Son".'
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