Monday 24th October
Walking along the harbour front
Grey, dark clouds threaten overhead.
Coats pulled tightly with faces pinched
The heavy rain puddles where we tread.
“Don’t moan: we need water to survive”
So many times, you would have said.
Arriving home, completely sopping wet
You’d strip off, dive under the bedspread.
But now you’re there, behind the clouds
Wishing you were here with us, instead.
Sweetheart Angel son
Flying high beyond the rainbows
Love you forever