
Monday 24th September
.
I write a few lines, everyday
Remembering my precious son
I don’t know when this process stops
Perhaps when my life here is done
.
Just talking to him in this way
Has become quite special to me
Our quiet time to share my thoughts
Close to my heart is where he’ll be
.
Love you forever
My darling Angel son
xxxxxx




Low tide in the harbour

An hour or so later, and the boats are floating

Cool and breezy on Porthmeor Beach