Thursday 16th February 

Grief changes shape 
But it's always there 
A presence that lingers 
A weight that we bear 

It's the ache in your heart 
On a quiet, calm night 
The tears that fall 
Without reason or might 

At times it's a storm 
That rages within 
A tempest of sorrow 
That won't give in 

It howls and wails 
And screams for release 
And when it subsides 
There's a sense of peace 

During other times 
It's a quiet ache 
A subtle longing 
That just won't abate 

It's the memory that clings 
So tight to your mind 
The one you can't 
Leave far behind 

Love you so much 
Precious sons 
Treasured Mum 
xxxxx