Thursday 18th May

   

Sunshine and smiles

Big fluffy clouds

Blue skies and warmth

Bringing out the crowds.

  

How you loved to walk

Around the town

People watching

Hurrying on down.

  

A book clasped tightly

To read on the go

Turning pages

Head bowed low.

  

Now as an Angel

Do you still roam

Right beside us

And come back home?

  

I think you do

I hope you’re there

Loving the outdoors

Breathing fresh air.

  

But I still miss you

So very much

Wish you were here

Your hand I would touch.

  

xxxxxx