Thursday 19th September 

We sit by the river 
In the evening calm 
As the world flows by 
Like a swaying palm 

Ducks paddle past 
With ripples wide 
Their laughter soft 
As they glide and slide 

Swans move in grace 
Pure and white 
Drifting like dreams 
In the fading light 

Love you so much
Precious sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx