Monday 11th June
.
Wish you were here
My Angel, my dear
I think you’re near
To fill me with cheer
Walking down the pier
The sea’s crystal clear
Don’t disappear
As your wings do veer
Through clouds you steer
No need for fear
Our love’s sincere
.
Love you sweetheart
Darling Angel son
xxxxxx
Sunny, calm and warm in the harbour
Not much surf on Porthmeor Beach
Blue sea, blue sky
The lighthouse on Smeaton’s Pier
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 
A wish we all understand
LikeLiked by 1 person
x 👼🏻 x
LikeLike
💕
LikeLiked by 1 person
x 💖 x
LikeLike
Beautiful words xxx
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Lynn.
xx
LikeLiked by 1 person
Melanie, did you write poetry for Frank, before he passed?
Did he ever write you any?
LikeLiked by 1 person
Hi Melinda.
When I was a young teenage girl I tried to write poems filled with angst and unrequited love…. as you do!
I have always loved reading poetry, but really only began myself, as I wrote on here, about Frank.
Somewhere I do still have all my schoolgirl poems…. maybe I’ll dig them out sometime, and cringe!
Frank loved nursery rhymes, nonsense poems, anything with a good sing-a-long rhythm.
Frank did write a few poems at school, and some letters to me, but that is all.
x 👼🏻 x
LikeLike
A beautiful wish but with deep pain
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you for your kind thoughts.
x
LikeLike