Sunday 13th October 

In the midst 
Of the grey monotone 
Lies a world 
So flat and blown 
A landscape 
Devoid of colour or light 
But within 
Its depths there's still a fight 

The sky above 
Hangs heavy and dark 
Blankets of clouds 
Cold and stark 
No sun to pierce 
Through the gloom 
No sign of life 
No flowers to bloom 

Love you so much
Precious sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx