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


A calm and muggy harbour

Breezy on Porthmeor Beach

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