Sunday 22nd March
Remembering the little things
And all that you used to do
Mother’s Day presents for me
My box of chocolates eaten by you!
A pair of earrings, or boots too big
What thoughts were you going through?
A yellow dress, wrong size, but pretty
Given with love, and a heart so true
Still miss you so, my darling boy
Blowing kisses to a sky, bright blue
Love you poppet
Beloved Angel son
Porthmeor Beach this afternoon, a lot less windy
A few strolling in the sunshine