
Sunday 7th February
.
Each and every day
You are on my mind
Safely within my heart
You were one of a kind
.
Love you poppet
Treasured Angel son
xxxxx





Sunday 7th February
.
Each and every day
You are on my mind
Safely within my heart
You were one of a kind
.
Love you poppet
Treasured Angel son
xxxxx





Saturday 6th February
.
Long after the first explosion
Still finding traces everywhere
Shimmery, shiny pieces of foil
With so many memories to share
.
My hidden grief brightly glitters
Tucked away in lost corners
Like a thousand confetti shapes
Dancing with circus performers
.
Our love glitters
Like silver and gold
Darling Angel son
Your heart, I’ll hold
.
xxxxx







Friday 5th February
.
Filled with memories and moments
So many words and chapters
The myriad pages of your life
Stores everything that matters
.
Missing you as always
Beloved Angel son
xxxxx








Cool and calm this morning

Looking down the hill to Porthmeor Beach

Over the wall, across the Chapel to the Island

Thursday 4th February
.
Happy birthday Hank
You would be 89 today
Miss you x
💖❤️💖
.
.
.
February the Fourth
World Cancer Day
Striking our family
In the worst kind of way
.
.
.
Hank 4.2.1932 – 5.10.2009 Pancreatic Cancer
Frank 18.1.1985 – 12.3.2015 Testicular Cancer
Me Metastatic Malignant Melanoma
.
Thinking of you Hank: father gone too soon
Thinking of you sweetie darling Angel son
.
xxxxx



Porthmeor Beach

With many surfers

Wednesday 3rd February
.
A trail of precious memories
Strewn along the pathway
Ready to be revisited
At any time in my day
.
Love you poppet
Beloved Angel son
xxxxx







Tuesday 2nd February
.
The ups and downs
A rollercoaster
Moving far away
Then speeding closer
.
Sudden turbulence
Shattering the peace
Slamming headlong
Turmoil won’t cease
.
Just waiting for
A calm to return
Taking slow breaths
My heart does yearn
.
Thinking of you sweetie
Beloved Angel son
xxxxx







Monday 1st February
.
Fluent in grief
Words may be brief
Eloquent in sadness
Moving through madness
Vocal in heartbreak
My body does ache
Well versed in silence
In need of guidance
Articulate in pain
Hurts again and again
.
Love you
Moon and back
Treasured Angel son
xxxxx
.





Sunday 31st January
.
Fascinated by simple things
When you have time to stare
Big, fat raindrops falling from trees
Making puddles everywhere
.
Radiating, rippling circles
Creating myriad patterns
Concentric, vanishing waves
At the edges, finally flattened
.
All moving at differing speeds
Away from the centre of impact
A chaotic interference
Transfixed, the eyes attract
.
I think, if you were there
You would be sploshing about
Trying your best to get me wet
Whilst laughing, there’s no doubt
.
And I miss you so
Dearest Angel son
All that mischievousness
And uncomplicated fun
.
xxxxx







Saturday 30th January
.
Despair weighs heavily
For which there’s no remedy
Thinking of you endlessly
Your life’s now heavenly
Leaving such a legacy
Memories are my therapy
But grief hits excessively
In its complexity
.
Love you forever sweetheart
Beloved Angel son
xxxxx







Foggy, misty and murky today

Friday 29th January
.
Sometimes I turn
To talk to you
And when I look
I see right through
An empty space
With misty hue
Trying to imagine
I’ll bump into
My darling Angel
If only you knew
I’ll wait and wait
To rendezvous
.
Always and forever
Precious Angel son
xxxxx







