Friday 21st March 

In the darkest hour 
Before the light 
Solitude wraps 
The world in night  

No footsteps echo 
None are near 
Forlorn and still 
The silence clear 

Yet in this quiet 
Whispers grow 
Hints of morning's 
Sunrise glow 

Though shadows loom 
And spirits mourn 
Newness awakens 
With the dawn 

Love you so much 
Precious sons 
Beloved Mum 
xxxxx