Saturday 6th December 

Deep in chaotic subconscious 
The fog swirls erratically 
Blind to any clear meaning 
Shadows lost and quite free 

The ripples of doubt do churn 
Labyrinthine threads of fear 
Each corner a darkened spot 
With voices of solace near 

Love you so much 
Precious sons 
Treasured Mum 
xxxxx