Tuesday 6th February 

Through the New Forest 
Those memories return 
Remembering you 
I quietly yearn 
I imagine your soul 
Graceful and free 
Gliding over trees 
In soft serenity 

Your spirit on a horse 
Swift and true 
Across the gorse 
In the morning dew 
So many memories 
In these special places 
Stoney Cross, Picket Post 
Where time retraces 

Whispering tales 
Of days gone by 
The heart of the forest 
Under the sky 
The rustle of leaves 
Each whispering breeze 
Your presence lingers 
Among the many trees 

Love you so much 
Treasured sons 
Beloved Mum 
xxxxx