Category Archives: Special needs

Watercraft

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Saturday 23rd June

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Watching wistful waves

Observing otherworldly oceans

Surveying sentimental seas

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A day spent looking at sailboats

Motorcruisers, gigs and canoes

So many kinds of watercraft

Sunshine and beautiful blues

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Surveying sentimental seas

Observing otherworldly oceans

Watching wistful waves

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Love you

My sweet Angel of the high seas

Miss you

Your voice carries on the breeze

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xxxxxx

Busy Porthmeor Beach

Calm in the harbour

Sailing dinghies enjoying an afternoon regatta

Gigs pulled up on the slipway

Self-drive, a jumbo and a Seal Island boat

Jumbo tacking its way into the harbour

A group of canoes paddling over from Porthminster Beach

Memory lane again

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Friday 22nd June

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Walking down memory lane again

Because the gates never close

As long as I keep saying your name

My love for you still grows

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This bumpy reminiscence road

Filled with stories from the past

Is somewhere I can go alone

To be in your presence at last

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The pot-holed path of nostalgia

Means choosing your way care

Remembering all the good times

With adventures beyond compare

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Love you forever

Forget you never

Keep us together

Always and ever

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Precious Angel son

xxxxxx

Porthmeor breeze

Harbour blues

The things you used to say

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Thursday 21st June

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Where’re we going today?

What we gonna do?

Are we nearly there yet?

I really need a poo

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I want to buy some sweeties

Can I have some money?

A book, a comic, a drink or two

And my nose is runny

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Oh my, the things you used to say

You would call me blondie

And Dad was old, grey hair

You cheeky, little monkey

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I’d love to hear your voice right now

Coming out with nonsense and wit

I’ll treasure all those memories

Along with your infallible spirit

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I loved your idiosyncrasies

Along with a great personality

So full of love and humour

An innocent geniality

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Love you forever

My darling Angel son

xxxxxx

Looking down on the town this morning

The Island and Porthmeor Beach

Ragwort growing on the cliffs

Porthgwidden Beach

HMAS Cerberus, Australia, 1990……a cheeky grin, even then

I just stand

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Wednesday 20th June

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Sometimes I just stand

And up to the sky, I stare

Wishing you were beside me

Standing close by, right there

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You’d reach out, hold my hand

A great big smile on your face

Such a sweet, innocent child

No longer on this earthly place

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Now up there, among the clouds

With angels, you’re flying so high

Leaving us to carry on

Remembering, with a tearful eye

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Missing you sweetie

Love you forever

Beloved Angel son

xxxxxx

Misty, warm, and a small low tide swell on Porthmeor Beach

I know

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Monday 18th June

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I know you’ve gone

But I can’t move on

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Grief never ends

Sadness descends

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Our paths have changed

Life is rearranged

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I’m taking you with me

On each and every journey

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Here in my heart

So we’re never apart

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Memories remain

To ease the pain

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Love you poppet

Darling Angel son

xxxxxx

Down the hill, on the way to the beach

Low tide, and breezy on Porthmeor Beach

Someday

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Sunday 17th June

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Damp and grey

Misty today

Boats in the bay

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‘Greetings’ you’d say

On Father’s Day

But you’ve gone away

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In heaven you lay

Wish you could stay

Pain to allay

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As memories replay

Feels like yesterday

We’ll see you someday

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Treasured Angel son

xxxxxx

Porthgwidden Beach from the top of the Island

Looking beyond Porthgwidden to Porthminster Beach, and a misty Gwithian Towans

The Chapel on the top of the Island

Harbour at low tide

Dark grey clouds over Hayle

It will never be

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Saturday 16th June

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It will never be

How it used to be

You were here with me

Now you’re gone from me

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It can’t be me

It looks like me

But it’s not me

A different me

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Every day hurts

Becoming worse

But that’s OK

The pain will stay

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I’m just used to it

My heart being split

Rendered in two

Over losing you

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My darling Angel

Precious son

xxxxxx

Dinghies readying for the afternoon’s regatta

Three yachts now in the harbour

Soaring and swooping

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Friday 15th June

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Soaring and swooping

High amongst the clouds

Cumulus and nimbus

Way above the crowds

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Are you there, with them?

Darling Angel boy

Flying with the seabirds

Carefree, filled with joy

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Love you so much

Precious Angel son

xxxxxx

Porthmeor Beach

Soaring and swooping

Way above the crowds

Your soul does shine

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Thursday 14th June

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Thinking about you

With so much love

My darling angel

In heaven above

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My heart is with you

And yours with mine

Right here, right now

Your soul does shine

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Sweetheart Angel son

xxxxxx

Surf school on Porthmeor Beach

Less windy in the harbour

Fun and games with the Green Goblin, on one of many trips to Universal Studios, Islands of Adventure