Mummy I can See the Man in The Moon

updated version HBTT new included ENGLISH POETRY (HOLDING BACK THE TEARS Book

Nonfiction, Family & Relationships, Family Relationships, Death/Grief/Bereavement
Cover of the book Mummy I can See the Man in The Moon by ANNIE MITCHELL, ROSE GARDEN BOOKS
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Author: ANNIE MITCHELL ISBN: 1230000788694
Publisher: ROSE GARDEN BOOKS Publication: November 19, 2015
Imprint: Language: English
Author: ANNIE MITCHELL
ISBN: 1230000788694
Publisher: ROSE GARDEN BOOKS
Publication: November 19, 2015
Imprint:
Language: English

Updated with Healing Poetry
A Mothers Pain
I listen to the familiar sound which once sent me to my knees
I listen while the wind howls with Rage I shout STOP STOP PLEASE
I listen to my beating heart-unite with time
I listen while I tell myself you are no longer mine
I listen to the wind Roar once again it starts to begin
I listen to my voice to calm the storm held within
I listen to the Angels call out your name
I listen and hear only the sound of a Mothers pain.

On a cold dark evening on 6th February 2000, what was called the Millennium year, around 5pm, Rosie was getting ready to prepare the teatime meal before going out that evening. She was heading off into Edinburgh to meet up with other dance associates who all belonged to the regular dancing core she met up with on a weekly basis to learn to dance.

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Updated with Healing Poetry
A Mothers Pain
I listen to the familiar sound which once sent me to my knees
I listen while the wind howls with Rage I shout STOP STOP PLEASE
I listen to my beating heart-unite with time
I listen while I tell myself you are no longer mine
I listen to the wind Roar once again it starts to begin
I listen to my voice to calm the storm held within
I listen to the Angels call out your name
I listen and hear only the sound of a Mothers pain.

On a cold dark evening on 6th February 2000, what was called the Millennium year, around 5pm, Rosie was getting ready to prepare the teatime meal before going out that evening. She was heading off into Edinburgh to meet up with other dance associates who all belonged to the regular dancing core she met up with on a weekly basis to learn to dance.

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