Friday 3rd October 

Thoughts like seabirds 
In frantic flight 
In closed rooms 
Both dark and bright 

A jumbled mess 
A scattered scene 
Where logic fades 
And doubts convene 

Ideas clash 
A noisy spree 
Yet calm resides 
Eventually 

The world outside 
A subtle call 
Dispelling shadows 
Standing tall 

The present waits 
A peaceful shore 
Where inner storms 
Rage on no more 

Love you so much 
Precious sons 
Beloved Mum 
xxxxx