Sunday 17th November 

Golden leaves 
In the breeze 
Dancing down 
From ageing trees 

Whispers soft 
In autumn's glow 
A fleeting beauty 
A gentle show 

They twirl and spin 
A quiet song 
As time moves swiftly 
Carrying them along 

Yet in their fall 
There's something bright 
A glimmer caught 
In fading light 

Love you so much
Precious sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx