Monday 29th December 

The sun spills gold 
Upon the air 
A gentle warmth 
Beyond compare 

The harbour wakes 
In light so bright 
The water sparkles 
Blue and white 

Finding a spot 
Near tethered boats 
Catching every breeze 
That gently floats 

Those distant gulls 
Begin to cry 
Beneath the vast 
Bright blue sky 

The hour does feel 
Perfectly designed 
To ease the worries 
Of the mind 

Love you so much 
Precious sons 
Beloved Mum 
xxxxx