Sunday 8th July
.
Each new day
I feel the same about you
Suddenly you were gone
And away you flew
.
Nothing is the same
The future that won’t be
Seeing you grow old
Now you’re forever thirty
.
Life has changed
The spark is not so bright
Sighs and emptiness
Grief’s bitter bite
.
Every night time
I think about you
You’re no longer missing
In my dreams you’re true
.
Treasured Angel son
xxxxxx
Holidaymakers enjoying the sunshine
Warm in the harbour
Saturday 7th July
.
I miss you
And I’m sad
I miss you
Dreams I’ve had
I miss you
Going mad
I miss you
Wanting what I had
I miss you
But I’m glad
‘Cos you’ll be
My darling lad
Forever and a day
Gossamer wings clad
.
Sweetheart Angel son
xxxxxx
Beautiful blue this morning
Blue green seas at Porthmeor
Well done England 🏴
Friday 6th July
.
Looking towards the Island
Over Porthmeor Beach
Ocean of sparkling blue
As far as the eyes can reach
.
Many of our ancestors
Buried in this cemetery
Quiet place for reflection
Life is only but temporary
.
This very location
Featured in the movie
“Raise the Titanic”
When it was grey and gloomy
.
But today the sun shone
The view was wonderful
Just being alive
Is so very powerful
.
Thinking of you sweetheart
My darling Angel son
xxxxxx
Barnoon Cemetery, with two chapels of rest (one a mirror image of the other), looking over Porthmeor Beach
Looking down towards a surf school in progress
Looking west, towards Man’s Head and Clodgy
Deep blues off the harbour
Roses in the garden
A brown, ringlet butterfly
Thursday 5th July
.
You’re there
Dancing on the edge of my world
You’re there
Smiling in the periphery of my vision
You’re there
Singing with the beats of my heart
You’re there
Playing on the verges of my imagination
You’re there
Laughing on the fringe of my reality
You’re there
Living forever inside my memories
.
Love you forever
Missing you always
Forgotten never
To the end of my days
.
xxxxxx
A much sunnier day on Porthmeor Beach
Wednesday 4th July
.
No words
Are needed
Come back
I pleaded
Silently
Unheeded
My Angel
Preceeded
Me to heaven
He yielded
His life
Completed
.
And I miss you
So very much
Darling Angel son
xxxxxx
Tuesday 3rd July
.
The panic attacks
As fear takes hold
Tightening throat
Breathing uncontrolled
.
A pounding heart
Fingers icy cold
Dizzy and light-headed
With anxiety untold
.
Only lasts a while
Back in the fold
Slowly calming down
My story’s told
.
Missing you sweetheart
Beloved Angel son
xxxxxx
Monday 2nd July
.
You are someone who was once here
You are someone I hold so dear
You are someone who brought much cheer
You are someone who had no fear
.
You are my son Angel on high
You are my son on wings you fly
You are my son up in the sky
You are my son my sweetie pie
.
Miss you
Love you
Forever and always
xxxxxx
Grey clouds over the beach
Warm and muggy in the harbour
Sunday 1st July
.
Safely back home
With you my boy
A long, hot drive
Cars in convoy
Lashings of rain
Gave way to sun
Temperature climbs
Our journey’s done
Missing you lots
Wish you were here
Love you sweetie
I know you’re near
.
Beloved Angel son
xxxxxx
Saturday 30th June
.
A drive into Wareham
A walk by the river
A number of ferries
Passengers to deliver
.
Back to the big house
Afternoon by the pool
Pimms, cake and croquet
Trying to keep cool
.
A fabulous setting
For two big birthdays
A Ruby anniversary
Charged glasses to raise
.
Fifty guests for dinner
Friends and family
Husband’s sister
Has done splendidly
.
It’s her sixty fifth
Her husband’s seventy
Their anniversary
A weekend of pleasantry
.
Oh, the murder mystery
It was Dad wot dunnit
He poisoned the magistrate
The Admiral was the culprit
.
You really would’ve had fun
If you’d been here
A big old country house
Exploring far and near
.
So I’m telling you my darling
Of all we’ve done today
Trying to keep you close by
Sharing our weekend away
.
Love you forever
Precious Angel son
Sun dappling through the trees
A paddle steamer coming alongside at Wareham
More ferries arriving
On the bridge overlooking the river
Old Church at Affpuddle
Telephone box that contains a defibrillator
Road back to the house
Side entrance to the house
Pimms by the pool
Fountain on the lawn where we played croquet
Looking back at the house
Friday 29th June
.
A murder mystery
In a country house
You’d be the baddie
Not quiet as a mouse
.
Being dramatic
Was your forté
Taking part
Acting in a play
.
Such a character
Of many talents
Perfect timing
Never off balance
.
Twenty people
A mixed family group
All sorts of ages
Fascinating troupe
.
You’d love it here
Out in the country
Pretending to be
One of the gentry
.
I’ll let you know
How it goes
Who did what
And who knows….
.
Love you sweetie
Precious Angel son
xxxxxx
Southover House
Driveway fountain
Pool and gardens
Floridina Finkle and Admiral Giles Klinksbury
Lily table arrangement
The dining room 
One of the drawing rooms
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 