Wednesday 26th June

.

Much time has passed

Since you went away

But in my heart

That’s where you stay

As sweet and loved

As if yesterday

Memories remain

Such love to convey

.

Remembering you daily

Missing you like crazy

My sweet Angel baby

xxxxxx

Porthmeor clearing after morning fog

Surf lessons for many

Blue skies over the harbour

A sunny corner

Tuesday 25th June

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Goodbyes and goodnights

Were only meant

Until tomorrow

Not heaven sent

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Love you sweetie

Precious Angel son

xxxxxx

Sunday 23rd June

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A dull day

Damp and grey

Wandering

Pondering

In the rain

Can’t complain

Flaming June

Warm up soon!

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Remembering you

As I always do

Precious Angel son

Now forever young

xxxxxx

A dull day

Damp and grey

Saturday 22nd June

.

Throwing the silver ball

Fun and games for all

Rolling through the streets

Reflecting all it meets

An age-old tradition

An artist’s commission

Gallery of the Tate

Attention to create

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Unsure what you would’ve made of this

Probably given it a miss

Content to follow far behind

Wandering off, if so inclined

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The Tate and the Silver Ball More information

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Thinking of you sweetheart

Treasured Angel son

xxxxxx

The Silver Ball rolling down the road

Across a junction

Up and over the wall

And into Barnoon cemetery

Reflecting everything in it’s path

The twin chapels overlooking Porthmeor Beach

Half an hour later it was rolling across the harbour

Luckily it was low tide!

Friday 21st June

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Dipping forward

Somewhat awkward

Off kilter slightly

Needs putting rightly

Boat on the sands

High and dry, stands

Wait for the tide

Then off you glide

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Frank on a yacht

Liked it a lot

Just carefree days

Beneath sun’s rays

On the high seas

With a warm breeze

Holiday fun

Second to none

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Remembering the good times

Sweet Angel son

xxxxxx

Frank loving his yachting holidays with my father

Anchoring at high tide, the owner of the yacht didn’t know he was directly over a large dip in the sand, forcing the boat to tip forwards. Only when the tide receded did the angle of the mast seem way off vertical.

Stuck in the middle

Two of St. Ives’ gig rowing boats

Thursday 20th June

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Sunshine and showers

Through daylight hours

Tending your flowers

Your sweet love is ours

With superpowers

.

Precious Angel son

Love you forever

xxxxxx

Wednesday 19th June

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Your light will always shine

Within this heart of mine

As the stars above align

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Your memories so fine

Walking in the sunshine

Darling Angel devine

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Love you forever

Forget you never

Always together

Forever and ever

.

Beloved Angel son

xxxxxx

Wings in the sky

Grey clouds begin to clear

Beautifully blue over Porthmeor

Tuesday 18th June

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Lost within thought

Such love you brought

Your smile, I sought

Memories caught

The fight was fought

But left distraught

Your life cut short

.

Love you forever

My darling Angel son

xxxxxx

So grey and drizzly ☔

The turn of the tide

Granite buildings reflected in the water

Monday 17th June

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Soaring seabird

Flying high

Just for a moment

Eye to eye

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What do you see

When flying high

Looking down

As you rule the sky?

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Fly high Starman

Angel of mine

Your twinkling star

Does brightly shine

.

xxxxxx

Caught in the lens

Blue hues

Seagull soaring