Tuesday 3rd March

.

Every photograph

Has a story to tell

Each and every picture

I know so well

.

And I miss you so

Dearest, darling boy

Precious Angel son

Who brought so much joy

.

xxxxx

Man’s Head, Porthmeor

The Island

March 2015, hospital canteen.

Frank escaping from the ward for a while.

Monday 2nd March

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Remembering moments

That’s all I have left

So many memories

Of which I’m so blessed

.

Fly high sweet Starman

Precious Angel son

In my heart always

Now forever young

.

xxxxx

A nonchalant squirrel scrabbling for food

Blue skies over the town this morning

Sunday 1st March

.

I wish for the grip

Of an invisible hand

And to hear a voice

That would be so grand

To see that sweet smile

Take me off to dreamland

To lose you too soon

That just wasn’t planned

.

Thinking about you sweetie

Beloved Angel son

xxxxx

Porthmeor Beach

Storm Jorge on the way

Low tide walkers

The harbour beach

Blue skies for a while

Weekend walks on the sand

Saturday 29th February

.

Day after day

Grey upon grey

Hours of showers

Battering the flowers

Waiting for Spring

The warmth it’ll bring

.

Thinking of you

Darling Angel son

xxxxx

Friday 28th February

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Keep swimming, keep swimming

Don’t sink

Don’t drown, don’t drown

In sadness

.

Keep walking, keep walking

Don’t stop

Don’t falter, don’t falter

And stumble

.

Keep healing, keep healing

Don’t weaken

Don’t scratch, don’t scratch

And bleed

.

Keep looking, keep looking

Don’t blink

Keep breathing, keep breathing

And live

.

Thinking of you my darling

Forever and a day

Precious Angel son

Now in heaven you lay

xxxxx

Thursday 27th February

.

The only way through

Is to keep going

The only way out

Head up, not slowing

The only way forward

With love bestowing

The only way of escape

Untied and flowing

.

Missing you poppet

Darling Angel son

xxxxx

Looking down on the town this morning

Harbour and blue skies

Quite chilly and windy

Wednesday 26th February

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It walks along beside me

It follows my every stride

Occasionally tapping my shoulder

And from it I cannot hide

It lays its head on my pillow

And infiltrates my dreams

I know I’ll learn to live with it

But my mind still silently screams

.

Love you forever

Treasured Angel son

xxxxx

Low tide

Porthmeor Beach

Many, many seagulls dipping and diving around Gowner Rock

Blue skies, but quite chilly

Less breezy on the harbour

Tuesday 25th February

.

If I’d known when

I kissed you goodnight

The next time I’d see you

You had taken flight

Your breathing had stopped

And try as I might

I couldn’t bring you back

To keep fighting the fight

.

Love you forever

Beloved Angel son

xxxxx

Monday 24th February

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Miss you in the morning

And in the afternoon

Miss you in the evening

When looking at the moon

Miss you in the dark of night

Sleep comes none too soon

Miss you every second

From pain I’m not immune

Miss you always, but I know

You’re safe in your warm cocoon

.

Beloved Angel son

xxxxx

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