Saturday 28th January 

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

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