Monday 16th November
.
The road ahead isn’t straight
And nor is it brightly lit
It twists and turns unevenly
Stumbling when those memories hit
.
Sometimes the path leads to a beach
With the brightest, sparkling sea
Golden sand, soft underfoot
And palm trees waving invitingly
.
At times, unexpectedly
A cold, dark tunnel is your route
Your head slides in a tailspin
The pain of loss, just so acute
.
And I miss you so
Dearest Angel son
xxxxx
Sunday 15th November
.
Raindrops battering the pane
Like a thousand grains of rice
Hurled into the maelstrom
Becoming shards of hail and ice
.
Where is the sing-song sound
Of a gentle drizzling shower?
Alighting upon one’s face
Leaving diamonds on a flower
.
Thinking of you
My sweetheart
Darling Angel son
xxxxx
Saturday 14th November
.
Looking for your smile
Amidst all the rain
Sparkling diamond dew
All is calm again
.
My sweetheart
Beloved Angel son
xxxxx
Surfers in the rain
Through the car’s window
My little smiler….. My Frank….. My Angel
Friday 13th November
.
The pain is there
But it doesn’t show
Hidden inside
It hurts, I know
.
A broken heart
Healing is slow
Without you here
Makes me feel low
.
But looking up
A big rainbow
It makes me smile
Heaven’s aglow
.
Love you forever
Sweet Angel son
xxxxx
A good swell
A group of hardy surfers
Catching waves
Porthmeor Beach
Thursday 12th November
.
The silence
Becomes louder
Leaving me
To flounder
Your absence
Heart pounder
Conspicuous
Dark prowler
.
Missing you
Remembering you
Loving you
Precious Angel son
xxxxx
Wednesday 11th November
.
Some days
(Not always)
In a daze
Slight malaise
Moving sideways
Those yesterdays
Mind replays
Dark alleyways
No getaways
Stony pathways
Direction mislays
Pure love conveys
And memories amaze
.
Thinking of you
Beloved Angel son
xxxxx
Tuesday 10th November
.
Thinking
About all the tomorrows
Filled
With today’s sorrows
Crying
In the dark shadows
Steadily
Our love grows and grows
.
Sweetheart Angel son
xxxxx
Monday 9th November
.
Listen
Be still
Just breathe
And chill
.
Thinking of you
My sweetie pie
As always
Soaring high
.
My darling Angel son
xxxxx
Along the harbour front this evening, some Christmas lights twinkling
Sunday 8th November
.
Sunday thoughts
Turn to you
Just like always
That’s nothing new
.
Thinking of you
My darling Angel son
xxxxx
Porthmeor Beach
This afternoon
Blue skies
For a while
Saturday 7th November
.
Leaves are falling
Winter’s calling
Raining, pouring
Gales soon squalling
.
Thinking of you
Beloved Angel son
xxxxx
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 