Monday 6th May

.

The grin and cheeky laughter

That smile, that expression

With those you came into contact

You left a great impression

.

My darling Angel son

Love you forever and a day

Thinking of you always

Safe in heaven you’ll stay

.

xxxxxx

Fluffy clouds above Porthmeor Beach

Darker grey over the harbour

Low tide

Sunday 5th May

.

Tiptoeing on cotton wool

Silently meandering

Trying to keep invisible

Your memories I’m capturing

.

Love you sweetie

Precious Angel son

xxxxxx

Saturday 4th May

.

The seagulls soar

And waves roll in

Day after day

Like it’s always been

.

Memories of you

Sing in the breeze

Whipping branches

Rustling the leaves

.

Thinking of you

Treasured son

Always loved

Forever young

.

xxxxxx

Rustling the leaves

Seagulls soar

Waves roll in

A busy Saturday

Friday 3rd May

.

I do miss your laughter

I cannot tell a lie

But I smile at the memories

The fun had by you and I

.

Precious Angel son

Flying high above

Looking up skywards

I send all my love

.

xxxxxx

Warmer in the harbour this afternoon

Still windy over at Porthmeor Beach

Tuesday 30th April

.

Treasured and cherished

Beloved and precious

No, never forgotten

With your life you blessed us

.

My darling Angel son

xxxxxx

Porthmeor Beach this afternoon

Lifeguards and holidaymakers watch a few brave souls in the sea

High tide in the harbour

Still rather grey

Monday 29th April

.

Thankful for the memories

Grateful for the love

Appreciative of the fun

As you look down from above

.

My precious Angel son

xxxxxx

Sunday 28th April

.

Keep on keeping on

Doing what I’m doing

Carry on carrying on

Dealing with what I’m dealing

.

Enduring through endurance

Achieving what I achieve

Persisting with persistence

Going where I go

.

Thinking of you always

My darling Angel son

xxxxxx

Saturday 27th April

.

Forever in my life

Forever in my heart

Forever together

Never will we part

.

Love you sweetie

Forever and always

xxxxxx

Friday 26th April

.

A lazy day

Putting things away

No more holiday

.

The sky’s quite grey

It’ll rain, they say

Oh well, soon be May

.

Love you poppet

Darling Angel son

xxxxxx

Thursday 25th April

.

Early, early morning

Or the middle of the night

Two thirty at the hotel

After a bumpy night flight

Sleeping for a few hours

Then on the road at daylight

Driving back home in traffic

Took longer than I thought it might

Now suitcases are unpacked

And everything’s all right

.

And thinking of you

Sweet Angel son

xxxxxx

Dark moody skies driving home

Towards the rain on the A30

Old stone bridge over the River Inny, east Cornwall

Your primulas growing well

Auntie gave you some carnations

We love you sweetie