Tuesday 7th April

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Our souls will never

Leave one another

We’re here together

Love you forever

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Treasured Angel son

xxxxx

Kitty’s Corner this morning

An empty harbour

Smeaton’s Pier

William Wordsworth, 250 years old today

Monday 6th April

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Going through paperwork

Bills, letters, statements

So many out of date

Long forgotten payments

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It’s good to de-clutter

Clearing out old bits

Filling up a bin bag

Then I called it quits

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Amongst all this sorting

Collected through the years

Postcards, photographs

Many smiles and tears

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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

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Missing you poppet

As I always do

Sending much love

To heaven, to you

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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

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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

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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

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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

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Standing beneath the branches

Of a tree yet to sprout leaves

I listen to all the birdsong

A smile that my heart believes

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Love you sweetheart

Beloved Angel son

xxxxx

Thursday 2nd April

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A quick visit to the shop

Eggs and milk, potatoes too

All very polite and orderly

Keeping one’s distance in the queue

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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

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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

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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

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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

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Tidying the bottom garden

Ready for warmer weather

Sweeping up the leaves

Working hard together

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We could have a barbecue

Party when this is over

Right now it is so peaceful

A relaxing, calm enclosure

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Thinking of you

Missing you

Remembering you

Love you

Treasured Angel son

xxxxx

Godrevy Lighthouse through the trees, over the rooftops

Monday 30th March

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Isolation

Segregation

Disassociation

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Detachment

Confinement

Disengagement

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Shielding

Distancing

Withdrawing

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Strange times

Life confines

Behind the lines

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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

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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

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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