Monthly Archives: March 2019

Looks can be deceiving

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Saturday 30th March

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A beautiful sunny day

But looks can be deceiving

Children on the sand at play

And the wind it feels freezing

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Looks can be deceiving too

Sunk into a world of grieving

I’m happy when smiling with you

That’s what I’ll have you believing

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Thinking of you sweetie

My darling Angel son

xxxxxx

Porthmeor Beach and the Island

Looking towards Man’s Head

Pretty blues in the harbour

Lots of families on the sand

But it was really chilly

No, no, no…. You must be freezing. The air temperature, at most, was 12°C bbrrrrrrrr

Obviously children don’t feel the cold!

I’m holding on

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Friday 29th March

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I’m holding on

To the love

And the memories

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Not the loss

Or the pain

There are no remedies

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Loving you

Remembering you

Thinking of you

Missing you

Always and forever

Precious Angel son

xxxxxx

Surfers enjoying the waves

Still quite chilly today

A few walking on the sand in the harbour

Even after you’ve gone

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Thursday 28th March

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Even after you’ve gone

Your bright light remains

Illuminating the darkness

Memories igniting the flames

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There’ll be no more tomorrows

But I’m glad you were once here

Enriching so many lives

My Starman of the stratosphere

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Beloved Angel son

xxxxxx

Pretty Porthmeor Beach

Fishing boats waiting on the tide to bring their catch ashore

There you are

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Wednesday 27th March

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There you are, every morning

Just as the bright sun rises

You’re with me throughout the day

Right here, there’s no surprises

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Each evening, with the setting sun

I watch the sky’s golden glow

And in my dreams you’ll appear

Telling me “I love you so”

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Treasured Angel son

xxxxxx

The lifeboat coming ashore

Being turned around on its trailer

A pretty parasol

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Friday 22nd March

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A pretty parasol

And two beach chairs

I know it’s only March

But really, who cares?

We could sit for awhile

Oblivious to stares

Watching the world go by

Breathing the salty airs

Pretending life is good

We could be millionaires

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Thinking of you sweetie

Precious Angel son

xxxxxx

A pretty parasol

And two beach chairs

Low tide

Dark clouds, but sunshine on the sands

The tide quickly came in, the sun lighting up a sandy corner