Category Archives: Angel

Mar25

Outside

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Sunday 25th March

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Outside, enjoying the sunshine today

Digging and weeding in the garden

Preparing the ground for bedding plants

A cold Spring had made the soil harden

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We only have quite a small space

But we like the colour the flowers bring

And pollen for the bees and butterflies

Listening to the songbirds sing

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You never used to help us out

Staying inside to watch cartoons

But sometimes when it was sunny and bright

You’d pick flowers in the afternoons

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Petal by petal you’d strip them off

Absorbed in this delicate task

Until only the bare stem remained

Why you did this, we’d always ask

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Really wish you were back here with us

Taking pleasure in the fresh air

Smiling and laughing, so innocent

But all we have is an empty chair

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Love you sweetie

Forever and always

xxxxxx

You, amongst the flowers

Your brother, not looking too happy

Spring sunshine over the town this morning

Mar21

Nighttime

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Wednesday 21st March

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Nighttime dreams of drowning

Beneath the oceans of obscurity

Below those choppy, cresting waves

Are memories of childhood purity

Sucked down in subterranean seas

Trying to shake off insecurity

I search for your smiling, angel face

To bring us together in family unity

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Missing you sweetheart

Beloved Angel son

xxxxxx

A sunny Porthmeor Beach

But surely not that warm to go swimming wearing just shorts??

Mar18

I didn’t ask

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Sunday 18th March

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I didn’t ask for memories

We were having so much fun

I thought we’d have more time

More adventures under the sun

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I didn’t want memories

I didn’t think I’d need them

Didn’t realise what they’d be

Each one is now a priceless gem

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I didn’t assume they’d be memories

Those precious moments in time

Caught forever on camera

Or locked into that heart of mine

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And now that’s what you are

A beautiful, treasured memory

My dearest, darling Angel son

Soaring high and flying free.

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xxxxxx

Cold and grey, but none of the promised snow

My first walk into town for a week, since dislocating my toe

Mar16

I am not the same

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Friday 16th March

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Grief is universal

It’s experience

So very personal

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Today I’m purposeful

And yet tomorrow

Totally irrational

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Seemingly practical

But I’m really

Absolutely emotional

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Sometimes sociable

Could be seen as

Quite unapproachable

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It’s because I miss you my darling

Everything has changed

I am not the same

xxxxxx