My special boy ...

The snow is falling from the white sky - 

Silence fills the kindly house - 

I watch my mum sleeping - 

Earlier, I'd stroked her forehead - 

I tried to understand the words she spoke to me - 

I remrmbered that once she'd called me her special boy - 

I'd walked with her in the innocent garden - 

Moment by moment I know that she is leaving me - 

I can still hear her gentle voice - 

You are my special boy - 

13.30

Saturday 17 March 2018

Belmont Castle 

Portsdown