Sunday 17th January

.

Your memory remains

Like an afterglow

Of warm hugs and love

A never-ending echo

.

Thinking of you

My darling Angel son

xxxxx

Saturday 16th January

.

It started out quite a grey day

Seems colour had gone away

.

But some afternoon exercise

Saw warmth return to the skies

.

Walking with you sweetie

Always by my side

Thinking of you so much

Our love doesn’t hide

.

Precious Angel son

xxxxx

Grey and gloomy

Fractal trees

Porthmeor West

The Island

The harbour, with blue skies pushing away the grey

A much brighter afternoon

Friday 15th January

.

Forever with you

Always with me

And that’s the way

It’ll eternally be

.

Forever and always

Precious Angel son

xxxxx

Thursday 14th January

.

Remembering

Contemplating

Preoccupied

Simply waiting

.

Thinking of you

As I always do

Treasured Angel son

xxxxx

Wednesday 13th January

.

Grazes on my soul

Bruises in my mind

Scars across my heart

Answers I can’t find

.

But there is warmth

Within in my heart

Frozen in time

We’ll never part

.

Love you sweetheart

Precious Angel son

xxxxx

A chirruping robin caught in silhouette

Grey, but milder today

Tuesday 12th January

.

I think

I’ll always

Be waiting

.

But until

We meet

Again

.

I’ll look

For the

Brightest star

.

Sweet dreams poppet

Beloved Angel son

xxxxx

Monday 11th January

.

I know I’m taking my time

But I’ve a mountain to climb

It’s height keeps increasing

As the grief keeps releasing

When suddenly, out of the blue

My direction is thrown askew

.

Thinking of you always

Love you sweetheart

Precious Angel son

xxxxx

Driving back into town, a watery rainbow welcomes

Sunday 10th January

.

A little glimpse skywards

I see beyond the clouds

An Angel flying heaven wards

Peace and calmness enshrouds

.

Thinking of you sweetie

Beloved Angel son

xxxxx

Dark clouds in contrast to the town bathed in sunshine

Saturday 9th January

.

I don’t have to

I just know…

I don’t have to look

To see

I don’t have to listen

To hear

I don’t have to touch

To feel

I don’t have to taste

To savour

I don’t have to sniff

To smell

I don’t have to…

I just know

.

You’re here

You’re there

You’re everywhere

.

My dearest, darling Angel son

xxxxx

St Ives looking pretty this morning