Friday 11th October 

Whispers in the clouds 
Gentle streaks across the sky 
Icicle fingers stretching 
Reaching far and so high 

Cold delicate tendrils 
Tracing paths unseen 
Touching the earth with silence 
In a world quite serene 

Above they drift and dance 
In the quiet autumnal air 
Fleeting soft eternal 
A moment’s frozen stare 

Love you so much 
Precious sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx