Saturday 25th March
   

A warm and sunshiney day

The sky, bright blue not grey

Thinking of you, how you’d play

Jumping over waves and spray

Running along the sandy bay

A carefree castaway

Laughing with lots to say

Wish you were able to stay

With wings you flew away

Leaving me in disarray

As upon a cloud you lay.

  

Sweetheart Angel son

xxxxxx