Unfinished Stories My son, my beautiful, funny, laughing boy, where are you? One pink, perfect, pretty, peeking through rubble shoe. Glinting in dusty sunshine, a school satchel buckle - it was new. An aunt, an uncle, grandfather, grandmother, Daddy and mummy, a sister, a brother, In laws and cousins and adopted step-mother Someone's friend, someone's teacher, someone's besotted lover Housewife, or professor, cleaner or street sweeper. Under the debris lie three hundred stories, unfinished forever. ##acrostic @wolfie
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