Category Archives: Asperger Syndrome

Not here today

Monday 7th June 

The future we imagined
That would come our way
Will be devoid of memories
'Cos you're not here today

Thinking of you sweetie
Beloved Angel son
Not so busy on Porthmeor Beach
Peaceful at the moment
High tide
Police boats and rib, ready to protect the waters for G7 this weekend
HMS Tyne, patrol boat

Discovering peace

Sunday 6th June 

Discovering peace
In the turmoil
Searching for light
Darkness to uncoil

Looking for calm
Amidst turbulence
Fighting the fight
With confidence

Concealing the pain
Disguised with a mask
Inadequate smile
Now a lifelong task

Love you so much
Precious Angel son
Afternoon blues
Man’s Head
Not so busy on Porthmeor Beach… End of half term, or the beginnings of the G7 lockdown?
Lovely and warm
Calm in the harbour


Thursday 3rd June 

Sometimes all I should do
Shake off those thoughts
Open my eyes fully
Find a wonder of sorts

Spring flower blossom
The birdsong so sweet
Unfurling green leaves
The world at my feet

With eyes wide open
An appreciation
Of all that's around
Should inspire elation

Love you poppet
Darling Angel son

On the beach

Wednesday 2nd June 

They're all on the beach
Although it's cloudy
Lots of surfers out
Standing up proudly

The streets are packed too
In their 'happy place'
The holidaymakers
Smiles upon their face

Little too crowded
For the likes of me
Social distancing?
Not that I can see!

Thinking of you sweetie
My darling Angel son
A few good waves
Is there any more room?
Hang ten
Coming through
Waiting for the ‘big one’
Fun and games
Enjoying the waves
In the harbour

So many

Tuesday 1st June 

So many tourists
Jamming up the roads
Making their way to
Holiday abodes
Looking for parking
Trailing heavy loads
Bikes and top boxes
Short temper explodes
All hot and bothered
Politeness erodes

Love you sweetheart
Beloved Angel son
St Ives looking pretty from Park Avenue
Busy in Kitty’s Corner before 10am this morning

So busy, busy, busy

Monday 31st May 

So busy, busy, busy
All those bodies on the beach
Packed so close together
Peace and quiet, out of reach

Families queuing at the shop
Buying ice creams for each
But watch out for those seagulls
Swooping to steal, they screech

You did like a lollipop
My precious Angel son
Moving along the sand
To the waves you'd run

So many people
Much quieter at West Porthmeor
Low tide, so a long way to walk to the sea