The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son)
Monday 9th November
“You can’t see
me or touch me,
but I promise you,
I’m sitting here
next to you.”
………….
It’s windy my boy,
But I still go,
To stand beside you,
With head bowed low.
So, are you there,
Dearest Angel son?
Right next to me,
My evanescent one.
New flowers today,
For your resting place.
But it’s difficult to keep
The tears from my face.
Looking up to the sky,
My heart beats double.
For it’s then I sense,
Your invisible cuddle.
Love you sweetheart.
Missing you like crazy.
xxxxx