Tuesday 15th January
.
A cloudy sort of day
The sky has been quite grey
As if ready to say
You’ll soon be on your way
Back across the causeway
A drive up the freeway
Soon ends your holiday
I wish that we could stay
.
We love you sweetie
Precious Angel son
With us always
Now forever young
xxxxxx
Cooler and cloudy
Pinky grey sky
Not as impressive as some sunsets
Sunbeams shining through
A quick burst of sun
No audience this evening