Read for Merry, in honour or her son Freddie.
“Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break.” Macbeth IV.III
Read for Merry, in honour or her son Freddie.
Thank you. This is just so special.
When I was trying to find a poem for Freddie’s funeral, it was this site which lead me indirectly to the place where I found the one that we used. I was so grateful. I’m so pleased you have re-opened it.
And this reading will go in Freddie’s memory box. Thank you.