Monthly Archives: January 2021

Fascinated

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Sunday 31st January

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Fascinated by simple things

When you have time to stare

Big, fat raindrops falling from trees

Making puddles everywhere

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Radiating, rippling circles

Creating myriad patterns

Concentric, vanishing waves

At the edges, finally flattened

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All moving at differing speeds

Away from the centre of impact

A chaotic interference

Transfixed, the eyes attract

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I think, if you were there

You would be sploshing about

Trying your best to get me wet

Whilst laughing, there’s no doubt

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And I miss you so

Dearest Angel son

All that mischievousness

And uncomplicated fun

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xxxxx

Despair weighs heavily

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Saturday 30th January

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Despair weighs heavily

For which there’s no remedy

Thinking of you endlessly

Your life’s now heavenly

Leaving such a legacy

Memories are my therapy

But grief hits excessively

In its complexity

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Love you forever sweetheart

Beloved Angel son

xxxxx

Foggy, misty and murky today

The unremarkable

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Thursday 28th January

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The unremarkable

The ordinariness

The routine

The normal

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Those moments of long ago

No real meaning then

But now

There’re all that’s left

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Digging around

In my library of memories

Rooting in drawers

At the back of cupboards

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I mustn’t forget

I won’t let go

I want to see clearly

Keep your legacy

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You

My son

Sweetie pie

Gone far too soon

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xxxxx

No ‘other side’

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Tuesday 26th January

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There is surely no ‘other side’

Where, away from fear, you glide

With head held high, you stride

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But there are times when I’ve cried

Though all the tears may have dried

I’m grateful that you’re my guide

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Thinking of you

Missing you

Remembering you

Loving you

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Treasured Angel son

xxxxx

Cloudy, grey, misty, drizzly, rainy all day

During the darkest night

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Sunday 24th January

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During the darkest night

I look for a chink of light

That expectation

In the constellation

That you’re up there

Flying high somewhere

Darling Angel son

Now forever young

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xxxxx

High tide in the harbour this morning

Driving past the slipway

Porthmeor Beach

White horses galloping in the wild wind