Thursday 26th September 

A ripple forms 
On water still 
A single touch 
A quiet thrill 
It spreads its arms 
It moves away 
In widening circles 
Soft as day 

Ever outward 
It gently glides 
Across the calm 
Where silence hides 
Until it meets 
An edge, a wall 
An obstacle 
Where ripples stall 

Yet turning there 
They curve and bend 
Returning to 
Their journey's end 
The ripple’s course 
A perfect ride 
That always finds 
Its way back to guide 

Love you so much
Precious sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx