Wednesday 5th March 

Cerulean skies 
So clear and crisp 
Morning air sighs 
With a subtle wisp 

Golden light leans 
On branches tall 
A hush of spring 
A fleeting call 

Clouds drift softly 
In endless blue 
A canvas bright 
A perfect hue 

The breeze so light 
Stirring the trees 
Dancing gently 
Newly budding leaves 

Love you so much 
Precious sons 
Beloved Mum 
xxxxx