I sit on the bench, I ‘while away the hours’.

Mum’s rose stands out amongst the flowers.

I struggle as usual to find the right words.

As I listen to the choir of Springwood birds.

All around me such beautiful things I see.

Sitting alone with nature, that’s fine by me.

It’s all so calm here today, so still and serene.

I remove my Mum’s plaque, to give it a clean.

Hovering with intent, I see nectar seeking bees.

A sudden breeze, rustles through the trees.

Springwood gives out so much beauty and pain.

Breaking the silence, flies an overhead plane.

I sit with my back to the warm early morning sun.

I say ‘Goodbye’ and Happy Birthday to my Mum.

 

Miss you loads Mum xxxx