Saturday 8th February 

Cold and chilly 
Raw biting wind 
Pink-pinched cheeks 
Winter's tinged 

Through the air 
It nips and sneaks 
Turning breath 
To icy peaks 

Each gust a whisper 
Sharp and keen 
Dancing of leaves 
No longer green 

Love you so much 
Precious sons 
Beloved Mum 
xxxxx

Friday 7th February 

In mindful moments 
Time does slow 
A gentle breath 
The heart does know 

The world around 
In soft repose 
Peaceful pauses 
Life’s sweet odes 

Grateful gestures 
Hands extend 
Thanking the day 
All worries to mend 

Each small beauty 
And each delight 
In every moment 
Love shines bright 

Love you so much 
Beloved sons 
Treasured Mum 
xxxxx

Thursday 6th February 

Daydream reveries unfold 
A canvas of the soul 
Adrift in the ether 
Thoughts take control 
In sublime moments 
Where spirits take flight 
Illusion and reality 
Blend with a shimmying light 

Love you so much 
Precious sons 
Beloved Mum 
xxxxx

Wednesday 5th February 

Which way to turn 
In light or shade 
When every path 
Seems freshly made? 

We seek the truth 
The light of day  
Hoping not 
To go astray 

Without rejection 
We must learn 
To embrace each 
Twist and turn 

For every misstep 
Every fall 
Leads us closer 
To it all 

Love you so much 
Precious sons 
Beloved Mum 
xxxxx

Tuesday 4th February 

Hank, today you’d be ninety-three 
But sixteen years been flying free 
Many memories; you linger near 
A bond untouched by month or year 

Days pass, the seasons change 
With happy smiles and laughs 
Adventures remembered 
Forever treasured in photographs 

.

Happy heavenly birthday Hank 
4.2.1932 - 5.10.2009
Into the Wild Blue Yonder 
Miss you, and all our adventures
x


February the Fourth
World Cancer Day
Striking our family
In the worst kind of way

My father Hank 
4.2.1932 - 5.10.2009  
Pancreatic Cancer

My son Frank 
18.1.1985 - 12.3.2015  
Testicular Cancer

Me   
Metastatic Malignant Melanoma 
.

Monday 3rd February 

In this journey 
Vast and wide 
We find our path 
We choose our side 
With every step 
We learn to trust 
In life's great puzzle 
We constantly adjust 

Love you so much 
Precious sons 
Beloved Mum 
xxxxx

Sunday 2nd February 

Sunday dawns 
Skies quite grey 
Gloomy weather 
Here to stay 
Yet indoors 
Warmth does rise 
Roast dinner 
Comforting prize 

Warm aroma 
It will spread 
Through the house 
Waiting to be fed 
A sense of comfort 
Delight and cheer 
Dispelling gloom 
Drawing all near 

Love you so much 
Precious sons 
Beloved Mum 
xxxxx

Saturday 1st February 

Slow down, those thoughts 
Let the world's noise fade 
Listen to the silence 
Whispers of peace conveyed 

Focusing on stillness 
Time itself seems to rest 
No movement, just being 
In the moment, truly blessed 

Breathing in the calm 
Exhale all that stirs within 
In the quietude, find 
A serene place to begin 

Love you so much 
Precious sons 
Beloved Mum 
xxxxx