Wednesday 25th September
.
As the days pass
Not much changes
But everything has
It just rearranges
.
Thinking of you constantly
My darling Angel son
Flying high above the clouds
Now forever young
.
xxxxxx
Another windy day
A good swell blowing at Porthmeor Beach
A brief glimpse of blue sky
Only a few surfers today
Red flags at West end
But no one is swimming at the Island end
Man’s Head in the distance
Very dark clouds on the horizon
As the days pass our grief remains
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It is there always… Sometimes well hidden, other times grief comes exploding to the surface.
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