Monday 2nd June 

The mirror sees 
The lines of time 
Each wrinkle sings 
Of life’s own rhyme 

Yet wisdom weaves 
Through silver years 
A tapestry 
Of joys and tears 

An eye test today 
A new prescription 
Becoming older 
Not an affliction 

Love you so much 
Precious sons 
Treasured Mum 
xxxxx