Thursday 16th April

.

I hugged you in my dreams

I hope you felt my touch

I held onto you so tight

Said ‘I love you very much’

.

Thinking of you sweetie

My darling Angel son

xxxxx

Our on our daily walk again

Across the top of Porthmeor Beach

And on to the harbour

Wednesday 15th April

.

You’re right here in my memory

And later on, when I sleep

We meet up in my nightly dreams

And your presence I try to keep

.

Love you sweetheart

Beloved Angel son

xxxxx

Beautiful blues

Looking across Porthmeor Beach

To the Island

Harbour fishing boats

Beneath Smeaton’s Lighthouse

Meadow flowers

Tuesday 14th April

.

More of the same

It’s quite mundane

But play the game

‘Stay at home’, proclaim

‘Cos that’s the aim

Don’t be to blame

Our health, reclaim

.

Thinking of sweetie

Darling Angel son

xxxxx

Monday 13th April

.

Fly high my sweet Angel

As high as you are able

Way beyond the stars and moon

Where clouds sing a gentle tune

.

Love you forever

Forget you never

Always together

For ever and ever

.

xxxxx

Breezy on Porthmeor Beach

Choppy waves

The crowds stayed away

The Island

Eerily quiet at the harbour

Sunday 12th April

.

A cooler Sunday

Thinking of you

Those Easter times

With lots to do

So much chocolate

You’d get through

All those eggs

You’d munch and chew

An upset tum

I think you knew

But never mind

We couldn’t stop you

.

Love you forever

Beloved Angel son

xxxxx

You’d never share your chocolate desserts 😊

And you’d finish the whole lot ❤️

Porthmeor Beach West

No one around

Such peace and quiet

Saturday 11th April

.

My heart will keep the love

Forever and a day

It’s beating there for always

It’ll never go away

.

Sweet dreams my Angel

Beloved son

xxxxx

Friday 10th April

.

And off we go again

For our loop around the town

To the end of our road

Porthmeor Hill to walk down

.

You came this way many times

Up and down, round and about

Across all the many beaches

Keeping you fit, there is no doubt

.

Thinking of you

Missing you

Remembering you

Love you forever

.

Precious Angel son

xxxxx

The start of our walk down Porthmeor Hill

Well of St. Ia, a fifth century saint, who arrived in St. Ives having crossed from the Irish Sea upon a leaf

The well provided water for the lower part of the town up until 1843

The cove and reef at a very low tide

The ‘Boilers’ are all that remain from the wreck of the SS Alba, which ran aground in 1938

Blue skies over the harbour

The Chapel on top of the Island

Thursday 9th April

.

It’s quiet

Not many around

Hardly a sound

Nature’s spellbound

An empty playground

It’s quiet

.

Missing you sweetie

Darling Angel son

xxxxx

Walking down Porthmeor Hill

To an empty beach

No one along the Wharf

The Arches

Reflections

Wednesday 8th April

.

It’s been five long years

Since that painful, sombre day

When your physical body

Your last resting place, lay

.

Missing you so much

Precious Angel son

No longer feel your touch

Now forever young

.

xxxxx

From five years ago

He Man’s sword went with you

A sunny morning

Very low tides at Porthmeor Beach

Deep blue seas

Wet ripples on the sand

The Island

Tuesday 7th April

.

Our souls will never

Leave one another

We’re here together

Love you forever

.

Treasured Angel son

xxxxx

Kitty’s Corner this morning

An empty harbour

Smeaton’s Pier

William Wordsworth, 250 years old today