Tuesday 9th February

.

Beyond the horizon

Where the eyes cannot see

Farther than the green flash

That’s where you fly so free

.

My darling Angel son

Now forever young

xxxxx

We had a little snow this morning

Monday 8th February

.

So much of you

Was left behind

Those memories

I easily find

Deep in my heart

And in my mind

Precious moments

Love intertwined

Upon my soul

Your name is signed

.

Love you so much

Beloved Angel son

xxxxx

Bright, but quite raw today

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

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