Saturday 18th June

Although you are no longer here
Your presence is all around.
The house may be quiet and still
And we can’t hear but a sound,
We know you’re up there playing
On the heavenly merry-go-round.
I’ll never be able to let you go
In my heart is where you’re found.

I love you my darling boy.
Fly high dearest Angel son.

xxxxxx