
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



