Monday 6th April
.
Going through paperwork
Bills, letters, statements
So many out of date
Long forgotten payments
.
It’s good to de-clutter
Clearing out old bits
Filling up a bin bag
Then I called it quits
.
Amongst all this sorting
Collected through the years
Postcards, photographs
Many smiles and tears
.
Thinking of you sweetie
Beloved Angel son
xxxxx
My great grandmother
My grandmother
My grandmother
My mother
My mother
Me
Me
Sunday 5th April
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Springtime blossom
About to bloom
New life flourishes
A delicate pink costume
.
Missing you poppet
As I always do
Sending much love
To heaven, to you
.
Precious Angel son
xxxxx
RFA Tidespring
Leaving the bay this morning
Seen from the upstairs window
Off to patrol the seas and refuel other craft
Pink blossom
Flowers beginning to show
Porthmeor Beach, West End
Looking towards the Island
Saturday 4th April
.
So very bright
Clear blue skies
A bitter wind
Seagulls rise
Trying hard
To sit outside
Enjoy the air
No compromise
Should be warmer
Tomorrow’s highs
So much better
Weatherman cries
.
Love you sweetheart
Treasured Angel son
xxxxx
Royal Fleet Auxiliary Tidespring
Anchored in the bay
After shadowing Russian warships in the Channel
Friday 3rd April
.
Amid the topsy turvy chaos
It is really hard to find
A peaceful, mellow moment
To calm the unsettled mind
.
And here I am, next to you
A sanctuary of silence
A place for quiet reflection
Keeping all in balance
.
Standing beneath the branches
Of a tree yet to sprout leaves
I listen to all the birdsong
A smile that my heart believes
.
Love you sweetheart
Beloved Angel son
xxxxx
Thursday 2nd April
.
A quick visit to the shop
Eggs and milk, potatoes too
All very polite and orderly
Keeping one’s distance in the queue
.
Stopping by to see you as well
To check and spruce up your flowers
A little chat and quiet reflection
Wishing we had magical powers
.
For a moment you’d be right there
I’d hold your hand and hug you
I would never, ever let you go
I really wish that could be true
.
Thinking of you
Beloved Angel son
xxxxx
Driving off to the shops… looking down on the town
The Island
Man’s Head
Wednesday 1st April
.
Our daily walk
In bright sunshine
Lifts the spirits
Fresh air sublime
.
Wish you were here
With us too
Walking and sharing
In all we do
.
Precious Angel son
xxxxx
Out on our daily walk
Down the hill to Porthmeor Beach
Beautiful blue skies
A line of heavy cloud on the horizon
The harbour was very quiet
Very few people around
An empty Fore Street
Tuesday 31st March
.
Tidying the bottom garden
Ready for warmer weather
Sweeping up the leaves
Working hard together
.
We could have a barbecue
Party when this is over
Right now it is so peaceful
A relaxing, calm enclosure
.
Thinking of you
Missing you
Remembering you
Love you
Treasured Angel son
xxxxx
Godrevy Lighthouse through the trees, over the rooftops
Monday 30th March
.
Isolation
Segregation
Disassociation
.
Detachment
Confinement
Disengagement
.
Shielding
Distancing
Withdrawing
.
Strange times
Life confines
Behind the lines
.
Thinking of you my darling
Beloved Angel son
xxxxx
Working on the yoke today.
Thank goodness we have a garden, are able to sit outside and enjoy the sunshine
Sunday 29th March
.
Very cold with a bitter wind
Bright blue skies and sunny though
Stayed indoors, pottering about
Just keeping things on the go
An afternoon of crochet
Slowly beginning to grow
.
Love you sweetheart
Beloved Angel son
xxxxx
Four flower squares completed
Three of the hearts done
Fiddly, fiddly, fiddly
Mine will be subtle light blues, not the Frida Kahlo paintbox brights
Blue skies and steely seas
Saturday 28th March
.
Out in the garden
Doing my crochet
Finding new things
To wile the time away
Underneath blue skies
An isolation day
Don’t know what you’d have done
To keep boredom at bay
YouTube and eating
You’d have much to say
.
Thinking of you
Missing you always
Treasured Angel son
xxxxx
Starting a new pattern this afternoon
Two flower squares completed
View of Porthmeor from upstairs
A chilly north easterly whipping up the waves
