Thursday 20th February 

Facing the day 
A hollow glare 
Landscape twists 
Nothing there 

Sense unravels 
A frayed thread 
Feelings numb 
A muted dread 

No sounds rise 
No whispers call 
Just silent echoes 
Of a heavy fall 

Screams of absence 
Sharp and shrill 
Rebounding loud 
In air so still 

Love you so much 
Precious sons 
Beloved Mum 
xxxxx