Nine years ago today...... Thursday 2nd May 2013 Surgery on dodgy looking mole On my left foot On the fourth toe Melanoma Stage 3c
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The mole on my toe Just started to grow And I did not know It would change me so
Melanoma, Ohh! Spreading to and fro Lymph nodes, tallyho Recovery, slow
No more suntan glow Seek shade, way to go Fight for tomorrow Challenge this foe
Love you both so much Always and forever Precious sons xxxxx
A Facebook memory popped upPorthmeor Beach Low tide in the harbour The sea slowly creeping over the sand It’s a bit cloudy over Hayle Towans Little wind today So very clear A pretty afternoon Sunny Bank Holiday
Observing surroundings Watchful and vigilant Ready to steal ice creams Unaware participant He has his eye on you Seemingly innocent Swooping silently Behaviour's insolent
Love you both so much Precious sons xxxxx
Shades of blue Porthmeor Beach It’s only 12°C in the water! A small waveThe stones have appeared on the beach The harbour this afternoon A quiet place to sit along the Wharf The James Stevens No 10 lifeboat Harbour Beach and slipwayI’ve got my eye on you…
So, yesterday is over But there's many memories Filling up my heart and mind They're special accessories I do collect them avidly Like colourful tapestries Catalogued so carefully I'm keeping our legacies
Love you both so much Forever and always My darling sons xxxxx
Those narrow streets Of cobbled stone For centuries Travellers unknown Have walked upon Where winds have blown Pirates, smugglers Their secrets flown
Love you both so much Precious sons xxxxx
A quiet and sheltered Porthmeor Beach Sunshine and shadows Smooth seasBetween Porthmeor and the harbour, the cobbled Digey A pretty harbour this afternoon High tideThe restored James Stevens No 10 lifeboat
Up, up and away Above the skies of grey Where the sun's shining With the angels at play That's where I imagine You fly everyday No worrisome troubles And all is okay
A chilly wind Makes your cheeks sting Most unlike Spring In time should bring Warm colouring Blue skies, birds sing Walking with zing A sunshine thing
Love you both so much Precious sons xxxxx
Man’s Head A chilly Porthmeor Beach Choppy waves There is some blue skyLow tide in the harbour Waves coming into Porthminster Beach Grey granite houses, grey leaden skies