Saturday 5th November
  

Your head now lays gently

On the white, fluffy clouds

That’s how I think of you

As I walk through sadness.

  

Still miss you every day

Your cheeky little face

So innocent yet wise

With so much love to give.

  

Now memories return

To make me smile and cry

Of a life so well lived

But taken far too soon.

  

Love you my Angel

Dearest darling son

To the moon and back

And around the world.

xxxxxx