Her dying sounds.

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~This one means so much to me, It's about my auntie, who passed away on the 18th  August, five days before her and my birthday, I have attached a picture of her above, so everyone can see how beautiful she is. Rest in peace auntie Lynn xx~

My mum, my dad and I,

In Cornwall all alone.

I can see cupboards and windows,

And all I hear is a phone.

Nothing was said, 

Just a nodding of a head.

A pillow in my hands,

A board at my feet,

On holiday in Cornwall,

Our last retreat.

Sad, angry, so depressed,

was all I felt that night.

Why wasn't I there to hear her dying breath?





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