
Friday 1st June
.
I know I won’t see you again
And I know that you’ve gone
But I do still talk to you
As the sun rises each dawn
.
I know I won’t hear your voice
Or feel the touch of your hands
But I still like to remember
As the sun sets over the sands
.
I know, I know, I know
But I still listen out for you
I’m right here, waiting for you
Until our heavenly rendezvous
.
Beloved Angel son
xxxxxx



Muggy, misty and warm

Low tide and dark clouds