Tuesday 16th December 

After a night of squalls 
And a mini tornado 
Thunder and lightning 
When winds did blow 

Today's been pleasant 
Quite sunny and warm 
Lunch at the marina 
No sign of a storm 

Love you so much 
Beloved sons 
Treasured Mum 
xxxxx 

Fuengirola Spain 

Monday 15th December 

Winter holiday 
Spanish getaway
Sunshine everyday 
Worries held at bay

Love you so much 
Precious sons 
Beloved Mum 
xxxxx 


Newquay 
Málaga 
Fuengirola 

Sunday 14th December 

In morning light 
Finding the way 
The soft embrace 
Of a brand new day. 

A simple smile 
From a stranger’s face 
Reminds there's kindness 
In every place 

Love you so much 
Beloved sons 
Treasured Mum 
xxxxx

Saturday 13th December 

The currents pull the fragile mind 
No steady shore the eye can find 

The fog is thick a shifting grey  
It grabs the light and keeps the day 

No compass works no map will hold 
The stories here remain untold 

Just whirling mist a dampening sound 
No solid footing can be found 

Love you so much 
Beloved sons 
Treasured Mum 
xxxxx

Friday 12th December 

Building a curve 
Against the light 
A moment poised 
Before its flight 
With a rush 
It breaks in white 
Fleeting roars 
Pure and bright 

Love you so much 
Precious sons 
Beloved Mum 
xxxxx

Thursday 11th December 

Through the chaos 
A glimmer shines 
A moment held 
In tangled lines 
A spark of hope 
In muted grey 
Even when lost 
Finding the way 

Love you so much 
Precious sons 
Beloved Mum 
xxxxx

Wednesday 10th December 

Simply wandering 
Carefree and unbound 
In the blend of days 
Where peace is found 
In this journey 
Where moments entwine 
Weaving stories 
Opportunities align 

Love you so much 
Precious sons 
Beloved Mum 
xxxxx

Tuesday 9th December 

The deepest thought 
A hidden place 
Where shadows shift 
With silent grace 
Whispers of dreams 
Slipping away 
The mind's adrift 
Where thoughts decay 
Fleeting visions 
In twilight's embrace 
In the silence 
Of this empty space 

Love you so much 
Precious sons 
Beloved Mum 
xxxxx 

Monday 8th December 

Holding the good things 
While they stay 
For time moves on 
From day to day 
Before the glass 
Runs out of sand 
Slipping right through 
An open hand 

Love you so much 
Treasured sons 
Beloved Mum 
xxxxx

Sunday 7th December 

The clock hand moves slow 
Where does the morning go? 

A drift of hazy light 
Fades into greyest night 

The mind begins to roam 
Far from the present home 

Each hour a gentle stream 
A half remembered dream 

Love you so much 
Precious sons 
Beloved Mum 
xxxxx