Monday 9th June 

Muted light 
Descends quite slow 
Watching shadows 
Soft and low 
Tranquil calm 
A gentle breeze 
Rustling quietly 
Through the trees 

Worries fade 
And drift away 
In this peaceful 
Hushed time of day 
Silver linings 
Start to gleam 
Whispering hope 
Within a dream 

Love you so much 
Precious sons 
Beloved Mum 
xxxxx

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