Saturday 15th March 

Crisp, clean air 
Against the face 
Blue skies stretch 
Over endless space 

Leaves they dance 
As sunlight gleams 
The world alive 
In waking dreams 

Yet within 
A quiet tune 
Whispers doubt 
Beneath the moon  

Sighs may linger 
Soft and low 
But in time 
They’ll gently go 

Love you so much 
Beloved sons
Treasured Mum 
xxxxx