Monday 20th August
.
You can’t see it
But I feel it
You can’t hear it
But I taste it
You don’t know
But I smell it
.
My grief
.
But look up at night
You’ll see his light
My Angel
.
Reach out your hand
Touching, you’ll understand
My Angel
.
Listen to the waves
Sounds on your heart engraves
My Angel
.
Taste the sweet nectar
He’s there, your protector
My Angel
.
Smell the morning dew
He’s always smiling through
My Angel
.
Missing you poppet
Darling Angel son
xxxxxx

A calm and muggy harbour

Breezy on Porthmeor Beach