Sunday 23rd February
.
I think the sun has gone
Deep into hibernation
Snuggling into a duvet
Of a downy cloud formation
.
And you’re there up above
Resting your head on a pillow
No stresses, strain, hurt or pain
As the wind does softly billow
.
Miss you poppet
Beloved Angel son
xxxxx
Surfers on Porthmeor Beach
Many footprints in the sand
Lots of white water
A flat, grey day
Saturday 22nd February
.
One day at a time
Some better than others
Just trying to breathe
When all but smothers
.
Missing you
Remembering you
Thinking of you
Loving you
.
Precious Angel son
Friday 21st February
.
One day you flew up higher
Than all of those around
Tip-toeing through the stars
You went without a sound
.
My darling Angel son
Missing you always
xxxxx
Thursday 20th February
.
Not the same place
Here, without you
Quieter, more sombre
Life tinged with blue
.
And yet at night
I see your star
The brightest one
Shines from afar
.
Love you so much
Precious Angel son
xxxxx
Many seagulls resting on the water in the harbour
Tourists enjoying the beach
Rough surf at Porthmeor
Lots of white water
A couple of hardy surfers
Looking towards Man’s Head across the putting green
Wednesday 19th February
.
Life is precious
Cancer is a thief
It steals the best
Leaving painful grief
.
Every now and then
In a moment’s peace
Your smiling face
Makes those tears cease
.
Love you so much
Precious Angel son
xxxxx
Playing in the waves
On the rocks, surrounded by water
A calm, quiet corner of the harbour
Tuesday 18th February
.
The love
Pure and simple
Is what I’ll remember the most
.
Precious Angel son
xxxxx
A grey Porthmeor Beach this afternoon
Breezy and chilly
There were two surfers catching waves
Walkers enjoying the beach
The harbour slipway
Looking towards the lifeboat station
Monday 17th February
.
The sun peaked through the gloom
For a short time this afternoon
A welcome break from showers
The wind singing a brighter tune
.
Thinking of you my darling
Precious Angel son
xxxxx
Blue sky for a while
A few trying out the surf
Others content to walk
Still very breezy
Half term tourists on the harbour beach
Big clouds
Sunday 16th February
.
Just wish I knew
Before you flew
Wouldn’t see you
.
Kisses I blew
A love so true
The stars shine through
.
Heavenly view
Our rendezvous
Goodbye, adieu
.
Treasured Angel son
xxxxx
Saturday 15th February
.
As the storm blows through
With lashings of rain
On the other side
I’ll see you again
.
Precious Angel son
xxxxx
Moss covered tree trunk
Gnarly, knotted tree
Frank ready to take a dog walking
Hood up against the cold
Friday 14th February
.
Tip-toeing across the stars
As if you’re joining the dots
Sketching a great big heart
And saying I love you lots
.
Love you so much
Precious Angel son
xxxxx
Frank and I
In Orlando
My two boys in Hong Kong
All my boys in Australia
