Monday 20th April 

The journey's end 
The familiar door 
But this bitter grip 
Just can't ignore 

A chill descends 
Cold, windy air 
A longing wakes 
Beyond compare 

Dreaming of warmth 
A gentle breeze 
Beneath the gold 
Of sunlit trees 

Where skies are blue 
And shadows fade 
And golden rays 
On the ground laid 

Love you so much 
Precious sons 
Treasured Mum 
xxxxx