Bitterly cold


Thursday 1st February


Bitterly cold, windswept waves

An icy blast, with flying sand

Remembering you’d walk along

Pink of face and cold of hand


An afternoon perambulation

Coat done up, hood pulled down

Simply minding your own business

Wandering along streets of the town


Sometimes venturing on the beach

Striding in your best leather shoes

Soon covered in a salty residue

Our reprimands would amuse


I think of you, looking out to sea

Imagining those days gone past

When life was so undemanding

And wishing those times did last


My darling Angel son


A view over the town this morning

Big, fluffy clouds flying over Porthmeor Beach

Waves being pushed up the beach

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