A brand New Year, only day one.
'Stay strong Michael, life goes on'
That is what you'd whisper to me.
But it gets no easier, can't you see.

I miss the things you did and said.
So, now I rely on memories instead.
A brand New Year, just one day in.
When will normality start to begin?

I hope these coming months fly by.
Be rid of Spring, let Summer be nigh.
Maybe by then, if I wish away time.
The Sun, at last, will begin to shine.

(For my Mum, miss her very much)