For Caoimhe
Dearest darling Godchild you have my curse.
You are suffering now and at your worst.
I know your pain so well my child.
Putting on a happy face and cheery smile.
Precious you will get well too.
I got the help I needed, so will you.
Be patient and to yourself be kind.
You're loved so much by me and mine.
Trust me, all will work out fine.xx
21/07/2018.
Copyright © Jean Murray | Year Posted 2018
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