Tuesday 8th March

This morning, I was standing here
Thinking about how much I miss you.
A grey sky, and a fine mist blowing
With all those memories to cling to.

It’s always peaceful, here with you
As I tend your flowers, speaking quietly.
I really do hope you can hear me
Telling you I miss you, constantly.

I love you so much.
xxxxxxx

Bright, spring tulips for you

Grey and misty this morning