Wednesday 8th April
.
It’s been five long years
Since that painful, sombre day
When your physical body
Your last resting place, lay
.
Missing you so much
Precious Angel son
No longer feel your touch
Now forever young
.
xxxxx
From five years ago
He Man’s sword went with you
A sunny morning
Very low tides at Porthmeor Beach
Deep blue seas
Wet ripples on the sand
The Island