Category: Poem
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Loved Ones
This is read every year at the Lights of Love service at Wheatfields Hospice. It’s a really lovely poem, with such a beautiful meaning. My Grandad was cared for at Wheatfields and they do such fantastic work. It’s nice to go back each year to support them. So many Christmas memories, Now touched by gentle
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Remembrance
I’ve just watched the Songs of Praise Remembrance special, and this poem was read. It’s a poem that is now synonymous with Remembrance day and captures the feelings perfectly. They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of
Louise Douglas 