Saturday 28th January 

Somewhere 
The air is still 
Where all is quiet 
Thoughts gently spill 
Floating like mist 
Caught in a slight chill 
Slowly spiralling 
Through trees, downhill 
To mask the struggle 
Take a white pill 
Breathe in deeply 
Believe in my will 
Retreat for a while 
All is tranquil 

Love you so much 
Treasured sons 
Beloved Mum 
xxxxx