Thursday 23rd May
.
What’s round the corner?
Do we ever know?
Would life be different
If I told you, though?
.
To have the future
All mapped out for you
With no surprises
Your life to undo
.
But if I knew then
What I do know now
Maybe you’d be here
I wish I knew how
.
Thinking of you constantly
My darling Angel son
xxxxxx
Smeaton’s Pier
Harbour reflections
Grey and muggy at Porthmeor Beach
Wednesday 22nd May
.
Painting the sky
With hues of blues
Lush, sweeping strokes
The best of views
Paintbrush in hand
Colours to mix
Proud to display
Delightful pix
.
Remembering you
Missing you
Loving you
Precious Angel son
xxxxxx
.
Porthmeor Beach this afternoon
High, wispy cirrus clouds
Light, golden sands
Hues of blues
Paintbrush in hand
Colours to mix 
Proud to display 
Delightful pix
Tuesday 21st May
.
Some days I think
I’m doing okay
Trying hard to keep
Those tears at bay
I smile, I laugh
You wouldn’t know
Just how much
I miss you so
.
Love you sweetheart
Beloved Angel son
xxxxxx
.
Porthmeor blues
A sunny afternoon
Boats at low tide
Looking towards the Malakoff
Another faint kiss in the sky
Smeaton’s Pier
Beautiful blue
A soaring seagull
Monday 20th May
.
Kisses from you
Looking up high
A big criss cross
In the deep blue sky
.
Love you poppet
Darling Angel son
xxxxxx
Criss crosses in the sky
Porthmeor Beach becoming busier
Beautifully sunny
Pretty colours in the harbour
Another very low tide
Sunday 19th May
.
Grief and happiness
Anguish and joy
Sadness and gladness
Over my boy
.
Total opposites
Working together
Poles apart
Always and forever
.
Love you sweetie
Precious Angel son
xxxxxx
Boats in the harbour
Still grey and windy
Surf school prep on Porthmeor Beach
Looking back on the harbour just after sunset last night
On our walk home
Saturday 18th May
.
Brother is here
With his wife
A quick visit
Jet-setting life
.
From Chicago
Then Madrid
Onto Cornwall
For a bit
.
Good to see them
Family bond
Off tomorrow
Across the pond
.
All the while
Thinking of you
My Angel son
Love you too
.
xxxxxx
A busy harbour
Porthmeor Beach at low tide
Not many in the sea
Fabulous views from an old art gallery window
Friday 17th May
.
I’ll meet you when I dream
I’ll see you when I sleep
I’ll talk to you in my head
Those precious memories to keep
.
I’ll hug you in my fantasy
I’ll cradle you in my heart
You’ll always be in my thoughts
Then I’ll know we’re not apart
.
Treasured Angel son
xxxxxx
Thursday 16th May
.
The scanxiety
And melanoia
Five and a half years
Of paranoia
Wishing and hoping
Cancer destroyer
.
Appointments
Oncology
Dermatology
Bloods and obs
CT scan
Four weeks waiting
Scanxiety and melanoia set in
.
Thinking of you always
Precious Angel son
xxxxxx
.
Wednesday 15th May
.
The waves keep coming
Breaking on the shore
They won’t be stopped
Breaking with a roar
.
The surge of water
Another encore
Rushing up the sands
Making seagulls soar
.
The relentless tide
As lifetimes before
Keeps on trespassing
The fragile seashore
.
Never ending swell
Exploding onshore
Like my heart keeps on
Beating evermore
.
Love you forever
My darling Angel son
xxxxxx
Porthmeor Beach
Some surfers checking out the swell
The waves keep coming
Beautiful blues and greens
High tide in the harbour
Tuesday 14th May
.
Our souls still meet and talk
Our spirits will play and walk
Our beings still hug and touch
They know I love you so much
.
My darling Angel son
xxxxxx
Porthmeor Beach this afternoon
Looking towards Man’s Head
Choppy seas and high cirrus clouds
