Sunday 25th February 

Though disorganisation 
Reigns in this space 
Each fleeting moment 
Holds a gentle grace 

For beneath the noise 
And the tangled lines 
Lies a sense of calm 
Where stillness shines 

But back to the now 
Where the present is clear 
There's no need for any 
Lingering slow fear 

The chaos does fade 
The mind will find peace 
Hopeful and patient 
A gentle sweet release 

Love you so much 
Beloved sons 
Treasured Mum 
xxxxx