Wednesday 5th August
.
Mum’s birthday today
Eighty eight years young
A care home garden tea
Where happy birthday was sung
.
Then off to Plymouth for me
A covid test to be done
Hospital on Saturday
Colonoscopy; what fun!
.
Thinking of you sweetie
Beloved Angel son
xxxxx
Tuesday 4th August
.
I will just have to wait
(Even though my heart may break)
To see your smile at the gate
That will cease my heartache
.
Thinking of you sweetie
Treasured Angel son
xxxxx
Monday 3rd August
.
It’s like a never-ending race
Towards an invisible place
But the end is not in sight
Until you and I reunite
.
My darling Angel son
xxxxx
The view from our supermarket coffee shop…. Looking towards Hayle Towans
Sunday 2nd August
.
Unfinished love
An ocean
Of emotion
That’s what’s left
.
Grief comes to stay
Altering
Faltering
Life changing
.
Love you forever
Forget you never
Always together
For ever and ever
.
Treasured Angel son
xxxxx
Saturday 1st August
.
Delicate wisps of cloud
Tip-toeing across the sky
Is this the way angels dance
Once they gain wings, and fly?
.
Thinking of you my sweetie
Precious Angel son
You gained your wings too early
Now forever young
.
xxxxx
Looking towards the harbour
Friday 31st July
.
There is never a moment
A point in time
An occasion
Sweet Angel of mine
.
When I stop thinking
Of you
What might have been
What we’d do
.
Where you’d be
And who
And how
But to heaven you flew
.
And left us here
To mourn
To cry
My darling first born
.
Love you sweetheart
Beloved Angel son
xxxxx
First time we’ve walked along the harbour front (we were wearing masks); so many people….
Less crowded on Porthmeor Beach, but it had begun to cloud over, and then the drizzle started
The tide coming in, meaning less space to sit
We much prefer the garden at the moment
Thursday 30th July
.
A trip to Exeter
For dermatology
Seven years of stripping off
Checking over my body
A melanoma exam
Suspicious moles, anything dodgy
Just seborrhoeic keratoses
I truly think they’re ugly
So relax, all is good
Really, nothing to worry
.
Thinking of you
Beloved Angel son
xxxxx
Wednesday 29th July
.
You’re not that far away
You’re with me every day
Just walking this pathway
Come back awhile and stay
.
Love you forever
Beloved Angel son
xxxxx
Sunshine and clouds over the harbour
Tuesday 28th July
.
I carried you for almost eight months
My heart beating with yours
Developing, forming, nurturing
Creating a love that endures
.
Then when you were ready
Launching yourself upon the world
For thirty wonderful years
Watching as your life story unfurled
.
11,011 days
Or 30 years, 1 month, 23 days
You might be gone
But you remain with me always
.
My darling Angel son
xxxxx
Sculpture by Dame Barbara Hepworth at the entrance to the cemetery
Frank and I meeting the Simpsons, August 2010, Orlando
Monday 27th July
.
Memories light the way
On the darkest road of grief
Stumbling along awkwardly
Knowing cancer is a thief
Your time upon this earth
Certainly was far too brief
.
Thinking of you
Missing you
Remembering you
Loving you
Precious Angel son
xxxxx
Yellow rose in our garden
Godetia
Lil’s rose (a cutting from our next door neighbour about thirty years ago, has produced an abundance of these pink roses)
Over the rooftops to the harbour
