Friday 28th November 

The calendar turns 
Slow and deep 
While winter starts 
Its steady creep 

As the Friday sun 
Begins to fade 
There's gentle promise 
Within misty shade 

The leaves are gone 
From branch and tree 
A quiet change 
For all to see 

Soon December's chill 
Will begin to bite 
And bring the longest 
Stretch of night 

Love you so much 
Precious sons 
Beloved Mum 
xxxxx