Friday 5th December 

The sky hangs low 
A sheet of lead 
Another day 
When the sun has fled 
A sigh escapes 
A sound so small
Wishing the sky 
Would cease to fall 
The world outside 
Feels damp and dim 
The light retreats 
The edges grim 
Trying to find 
Within this chill 
A warmth of hearts 
A determined will 

Love you so much 
Precious sons 
Beloved Mum 
xxxxx