Thursday 1st January 

This New Year's Day 
Turned out quite grey 
But hope whispers softly 
Calling the sun to play 

And through the gloom 
A promise breaks free 
The world starts to stir 
Straining to see 

The rain won't linger 
It must find its way 
Leaving behind a canvas 
With which to play 

With every drop falling 
A chance to renew 
A fresh start awaits 
That'll see us through 

Love you so much 
Precious sons 
Beloved Mum 
xxxxx