Wednesday 3rd February

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A trail of precious memories

Strewn along the pathway

Ready to be revisited

At any time in my day

.

Love you poppet

Beloved Angel son

xxxxx

Tuesday 2nd February

.

The ups and downs

A rollercoaster

Moving far away

Then speeding closer

.

Sudden turbulence

Shattering the peace

Slamming headlong

Turmoil won’t cease

.

Just waiting for

A calm to return

Taking slow breaths

My heart does yearn

.

Thinking of you sweetie

Beloved Angel son

xxxxx

Monday 1st February

.

Fluent in grief

Words may be brief

Eloquent in sadness

Moving through madness

Vocal in heartbreak

My body does ache

Well versed in silence

In need of guidance

Articulate in pain

Hurts again and again

.

Love you

Moon and back

Treasured Angel son

xxxxx

.

Sunday 31st January

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Fascinated by simple things

When you have time to stare

Big, fat raindrops falling from trees

Making puddles everywhere

.

Radiating, rippling circles

Creating myriad patterns

Concentric, vanishing waves

At the edges, finally flattened

.

All moving at differing speeds

Away from the centre of impact

A chaotic interference

Transfixed, the eyes attract

.

I think, if you were there

You would be sploshing about

Trying your best to get me wet

Whilst laughing, there’s no doubt

.

And I miss you so

Dearest Angel son

All that mischievousness

And uncomplicated fun

.

xxxxx

Saturday 30th January

.

Despair weighs heavily

For which there’s no remedy

Thinking of you endlessly

Your life’s now heavenly

Leaving such a legacy

Memories are my therapy

But grief hits excessively

In its complexity

.

Love you forever sweetheart

Beloved Angel son

xxxxx

Foggy, misty and murky today

Friday 29th January

.

Sometimes I turn

To talk to you

And when I look

I see right through

An empty space

With misty hue

Trying to imagine

I’ll bump into

My darling Angel

If only you knew

I’ll wait and wait

To rendezvous

.

Always and forever

Precious Angel son

xxxxx

Thursday 28th January

.

The unremarkable

The ordinariness

The routine

The normal

.

Those moments of long ago

No real meaning then

But now

There’re all that’s left

.

Digging around

In my library of memories

Rooting in drawers

At the back of cupboards

.

I mustn’t forget

I won’t let go

I want to see clearly

Keep your legacy

.

You

My son

Sweetie pie

Gone far too soon

.

xxxxx

Wednesday 27th January

.

Today

Is a new day

I haven’t seen before

.

Thinking of you

As always

Beloved Angel son

xxxxx

Tuesday 26th January

.

There is surely no ‘other side’

Where, away from fear, you glide

With head held high, you stride

.

But there are times when I’ve cried

Though all the tears may have dried

I’m grateful that you’re my guide

.

Thinking of you

Missing you

Remembering you

Loving you

.

Treasured Angel son

xxxxx

Cloudy, grey, misty, drizzly, rainy all day

Monday 25th January

.

Our love will last

Be unsurpassed

And stay steadfast

.

Forever and always

To the end of my days

Beneath the sun’s rays

.

Thinking of you

Beloved Angel son

xxxxx

St Ives looking pretty this morning