Friday 27th September 

And then it starts 
A spark, a flame 
An instant that 
We cannot name 

And when it ends 
We wonder how
That time can move 
Yet moments bow 

And where we go 
We cannot say 
The path ahead 
Or where we stray 

And what remains 
A mystery spun 
In every word 
Beneath the sun 

Love you so much
Precious sons
Treasured Mum 
xxxxx