Thursday 19th February 

The world seems muted 
Washed in grey 
A slow unwinding 
Of the day 
No urgent call 
No sudden need 
Just soft damp earth 
And planted seed 
The hours stretch thin 
And barely move 
A gentle pace 
Will find its groove 
A lazy rhythm 
Takes its hold 
A simple narrative 
Will calmly unfold 

Love you so much 
Beloved sons 
Treasured Mum 
xxxxx