Sunday 12th November 

A golden brown mournfulness 
In the autumn's song 
Melancholy whispers 
As darker days grow long 
Damp and dreary despondency 
Takes its toll 
Heavy, leaden skies 
With a promise to console 
The clinging drizzle 
A lingering refrain 
Days roll on lugubriously 
In a muted plane 
Yet, in the wistfulness 
A beauty does unfold 
An embroidery of emotions 
In this autumn's hold 

Love you so much 
Treasured sons 
Beloved Mum 
xxxxx