The gentle rustle of leaves Whisper in my ear As I manifest my dreams Without any fear Envisioning a time Where kindness rules And love and compassion Are the only tools As the moon rises high In the night sky Trying to release my worries With a contented sigh
As the world around Revels in season's cheer I'll keep your memory close And shed a solitary tear At this time of festivities When all should be such fun I find myself missing you My dearest, darling angel son
In a tranquil enclave Under a canopy of stars Sitting in silence Seeking to mend these scars Closing my eyes Letting the mind wander Meditating on the path That's just over yonder
Longing for your voice Your laughter, your smile But all that I hear Is emptiness all the while Memories of our family They haunt my mind It was a love so pure Why was fate so unkind?
Love you so much Precious sons Beloved Mum xxxxx
A misty day, over St Ives BayAlong the harbour front Fore Street