Was it Southwold pier from where you smiled
Maybe it was Deal with sunny sky
I see some coloured houses by the beach
Too small for recognition or to reach
Maybe it’s the weakness of my eye
You looked so happy ,how can you have died?
We took your Dad to Whitby,he was weak
Did you long to go back to the North?
The faces of the Clevelands,your recourse
The edge of sea and land, how waves run in
Pulling on our heartstrings,honey,hin.
You smiled
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How my heart sings 