Sunday 21st July 

It's summertime 
Grey skies overhead 
And the sun won't shine 
All the warmth has fled 
So though the sun 
May hide its face 
And clouds may linger 
In its place 
There's still some beauty 
In this dull embrace 
A sense of peace 
A gentle grace 

Love you so much 
Treasured sons 
Beloved Mum 
xxxxx