Category Archives: son

Seabird

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Wednesday 9th May

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Watching, waiting

Concentrating

Bright, beady eye

Against grey sky

Equipped to swoop

Your ice cream scoop

Seabird squawking

Forever mocking

Fly through the spray

Soaring away

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And you

My Darling…..

Fly high

Love you

Miss you

Angel son

xxxxxx

Porthmeor Beach with surfers enjoying the waves

Watching, waiting

Steely, grey sea

Falmouth

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Monday 7th May

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Searching for the sunshine

Warmth to lift the spirits

Driving to the South coast

Certainly has its merits

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Blue skies and colourful flags

A marina filled with yachts

People at pavement cafés

Smiling and laughing lots

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You liked going to Falmouth

Walking the length of the street

Looking in all the bookshops

A special pocket-money treat

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As if you were here beside us

Then off you’d go, on your own

So fiercely independent

No need for a chaperone

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So, were you with us today

My precious, darling boy?

A delightful sunny day

Filled with love and joy

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Love you

Miss you

Moon and back

Beloved Angel son

xxxxxx

All kinds of watercraft

Heading out towards Carrick Roads

Colourful flags fluttering in the sunshine

Port Pendennis marina

Mist

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Sunday 6th May

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Crawling up from the sea

Slow, grey fingers of mist

Now shrouding the beach

All day long, did persist

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Sneaking through the trees

The nebulous, wispy veil

Excluding the sun’s warmth

Picnic plans must curtail

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Thinking of you

Precious Angel son

xxxxxx

The harbour is down there somewhere

Mist billowing through the trees

Devoid of colour

Fog

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Saturday 5th May

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The rest of the country

Might be bathed in sunshine

But down here in Cornwall

The fog clings to the brine

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Feels a little like me

Stuck beneath a dark cloud

Whilst all around I see

Smiles, laughter in the crowd

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Out on the horizon

I can see the blue sky

Edging ever closer

My world to beautify

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Remembering your sweet smile

Dearest, darling Angel son

xxxxxx

Foggy Bank Holiday weekend on Porthmeor Beach

Low tide and grey in the harbour

Smeaton’s Pier

Five years

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Wednesday 2nd May

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Five years ago today

‘Twas on this date in May

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The first of many operations

To oust the cancerous mutations

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The journey of my left foot began

All because of that teenage suntan

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An alien blob on my toe

What else can life, at me throw?

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A lymphadenectomy

Biopsies sent to pathology

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Malignant melanoma

Changed my very persona

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Hats, long sleeves and sunscreen

Oncologists routinely seen

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A five year clinical drugs trial

Has all of my details on file

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Continuing to be sun-aware

Particularly with my skin care

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So here’s to the next five years

I have my hopes, but also fears

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Thinking of you as always

And all your innocent ways

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Darling Angel baby

Missing you like crazy

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xxxxxx

Blue skies, but still a cool wind

Looking down on the harbour

My Left Foot – complete with Cinderella’s slipper, but without Daniel Day Lewis, and a lovely compression stocking on the right leg. (2.5.13)

Your smile does brighten

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Monday 30th April

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Beyond the white clouds

Over the blue horizon

Beneath the sunbeams

Your smile does brighten

A cool, blustery day

With a wind-whipped swell

Where sea-dipping gulls

On the edge do dwell

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Love you sweetheart

Precious Angel son

xxxxxx

Towards Clodgy, choppy seas

Bright, but bitter

Few on the sand in the cold wind

Low tide in the harbour