Sunday 25th December 

The gentle rustle of leaves
Whisper in my ear 
As I manifest my dreams 
Without any fear 
Envisioning a time 
Where kindness rules 
And love and compassion 
Are the only tools 
As the moon rises high 
In the night sky 
Trying to release my worries 
With a contented sigh 

Love you so much 
Precious sons 
Beloved Mum 
xxxxx