Wednesday 1st February 

I'm not the same 
As I used to be 
Finding new places 
Where I can shake free 

From fear and pain 
It's clearer to see 
Though the mist and murk 
Weighed heavy on me 

I know I can push 
And eventually 
Above the dark clouds 
A fine filigree 

Of a bright clear light 
Where I do agree 
All is so serene 
Much more problem free 

Love you so much 
Beloved sons 
Treasured Mum 
xxxxx