Sunday 20th September

.

Walking the path of loss

Is so very lonely

You may have company

But you’re the one and only

The pain is personal

And follows you closely

Your progress might seem

To advance quite slowly

But I know in my heart

You are there to hold me

.

Thinking of you

Treasured Angel son

xxxxx

Saturday 19th September

.

You made the world brighter

Even as you became a fighter

And I held you so much tighter

But cancer’s a real blighter

.

Gone too soon

Beyond the moon

Clouds cocoon

As stars festoon

.

Thinking of you

My darling Angel son

xxxxx

Friday 18th September

.

Another day

Another set of photos

Leaves fall

As the wind blows

Standing there

In the trees’ shadows

Red roses

Their delicacy shows

Love for you

Just overflows

.

Thinking of you

Beloved Angel son

xxxxx

Thursday 17th September

.

Time passes

And advances

Life goes on

Since you’ve gone

.

And I miss you

Precious Angel son

xxxxx

Wednesday 16th September

.

No preparation

Left wondering

So unexpected

Now suffering

So many questions

Need answering

Many, many memories

So comforting

The life you left

Now honouring

In your heaven

Gently slumbering

.

Sweetie pie

Soaring high

Off you fly

In the sky

.

Darling Angel son

xxxxx

Another foggy, misty day

Tuesday 15th September

.

Mist and fog

Like my brain

Waiting for it

To clear again

.

Love you sweetheart

Treasured Angel son

xxxxx

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Angel’s trumpets, seen walking down Porthmeor Hill

So misty today

The Island and Chapel have disappeared from view

Hardy holidaymaker making sure to enjoy the beach

A dull afternoon in the harbour

Monday 14th September

.

A trail of precious memories

So many left to share

A life full of adventures

Now you’re soaring elsewhere

.

Missing you poppet

Beloved Angel son

xxxxx

Sunday 13th September

.

Missing my boy

Precious sweetheart

Gone far too soon

Falling apart

That gentle smile

Love to impart

Moving forward

Life may restart

Remembering

With beating heart

.

Beloved Angel son

xxxxx

Saturday 12th September

.

Feels like summer

With clear blue skies

Children playing

The seagull cries

Queues for ice-cream

Fish with french fries

The self drive boats

Will not capsize

Shops selling gifts

To tantalise

The souvenirs

They advertise

Buckets and spades

All beach supplies

Memories made

Oh how time flies

.

Thinking of you

My darling Angel son

xxxxx

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This afternoon, St. Ives harbour

High tide this morning

Warm and sunny on Porthmeor Beach

Much quieter now

Still many in the sea, having fun

Lifeguards keeping a watchful eye on the swimmers

The harbour was busy this afternoon

A gorgeous day

Friday 11th September

.

Losing sense of time

Spinning on a dime

What is it, that’s mine?

Am I out of line?

A maelstrom of grime

Obstacles to climb

Tangled, knotted twine

Contorting the spine

Wet, stinking slime

Wreaking heinous crime

Drowning in dense brine

Letting out a whine

A nightmare sublime

Perfect pantomime

.

Thinking of you sweetie

Beloved Angel son

xxxxx