Friday 13th January
  

A chill wind blew through the trees

As we stood beside you today

Talking quietly, picking away leaves

Clouds scudding by; sky blue and grey.

  

Our daily ritual has begun again

It just feels the right thing to do 

Although our hearts are filled with pain

We will never forget about you.

  

Visiting your final resting place

Seems a way to honour your memory

Even though tears fall down my face

I know our love is exemplary.

  

Treasured Angel son

xxxxxx