Saturday 11th January 

Back home 
Beneath grey-lit skies 
Where misty damp 
In silence lies 
The air is heavy 
Soft and still 
It clings to earth 
And wraps the hill 

The streets are wet 
The world subdued 
A quiet holds 
The somber mood 
Familiar scents 
The cold, the rains 
Bring echoes 
Of what still remains 

Though dreary clouds 
May dim the view 
There’s comfort 
In what’s tried and true 
For home is more 
Than sunlit cheer 
It’s the place 
That holds us near 

Love you so much 
Treasured sons 
Beloved Mum 
xxxxx