Saturday 7th June 

Rain dancing 
Upon the window pane 
A symphony 
Of quiet disdain 

Watching the sky 
With hopeful eyes 
Imagining breaks 
In the leaden guise 

With every storm 
That comes and goes 
The sun will rise 
A warm breeze blows 

Love you so much 
Precious sons 
Beloved Mum 
xxxxx