Sunday 6th August

   

For twenty fabulous years

Florida was the theme parks

White knuckle rides, upside downs

You knew the maps and landmarks

  

But this year it’s a bit different

Just Dad and I, in the summer

First time since twenty fourteen

We’ve still got much to discover

  

The childish fun is not there

And it seems so quiet in the morning

No SpongeBob or Power Rangers

Life with you, never boring

  

Thinking of you my darling

On the rollercoasters in heaven

We miss you so much my Angel

Many kisses to you are given

xxxxxx