So this is a sad poem but I’m fine, it’s a reflection of grief and a reminder of how fragile life is and to always look after one another x Our Henry RIP Sometimes he felt on the wrong side of the beach He was so pale and the bronzed were out of reach. He walked one way and saw a line in the sand. The ebb and flow of the tide will always be here. His footsteps made temporary marks in the sand Of course, they won’t stay. The memories of him are permanent marks in our hearts. He had a choice, should he be on the land Or go to the sea? We were too late, he crossed over the line and the sea took him forever by his own hand. So this is how fragile life can be. ❤️🥲❤️