Sunday 9th March 

The world outside 
A muted sound 
Contentment deep 
Upon loamy ground 

No need to rush 
No need to strive 
In Sunday's calm 
Just softly thrive 

The hours drift 
A languid stream 
A peaceful day 
A mellow dream 

With gentle sighs 
And quiet bliss 
Soporific Sunday 
A tender kiss 

Love you so much 
Precious sons 
Beloved Mum 
xxxxx