Sunday 15th September
.
Even though the sky overhead
Is covered in a blanket of grey
I know you’re up there somewhere
Surfing along the Milky Way
.
Missing you always
Loving you forever
Thinking of you daily
Until we’re together
.
Treasured Angel son
xxxxxx
Rock and seaweed exposed as the sea washes away the sand
Flat grey skies
Low tide in the harbour this afternoon
Grey and muggy