Friday 5th March

.

That point in time

When life stood still

Remembered with

An icy chill

An awful day

That went downhill

You lost your life

One day I will

Meet up with you

Not long until

.

Thinking of you always

My precious little one

Love you sweetheart

Darling Angel son

.

xxxxx

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Clouds gathering over Porthmeor Beach this afternoon

A chilly wind blows across the sand

A biting Easterly wind pinches noses, cheeks and ears