Sunday 7th January 

   

You are the warming sun

On a bitterly cold day

The intensely blue sky

Chasing away clouds of grey

   

You are the breaking waves

Crashing across the bay

The soaring seabirds

Diving through the spray

    

You are the trees’ branches

Leafless as they bend and sway

The bright twinkling stars 

In the spinning Milky Way 

  

You are my darling Angel son

Up in heaven is where you lay 

Looking down from up above 

Wish you were back here to stay 

   

xxxxxx