Saturday 22nd November  

The sky hangs low 
A heavy grey scar 
Washing the tarmac 
Beneath the car 

Each drop that hits 
The windscreen pane 
Sings a dreary 
Relentless refrain 

The fields are blurred 
A muted green 
A less than cheerful 
Travelling scene 

Love you so much 
Precious sons 
Beloved Mum 
xxxxx