
Thursday 19th December
Clouds chasing
Each other across the sky
In a race
Where none can truly fly
The wind
A painter with no brush
Creates art
With every gust and rush
Love you so much
Precious sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx






Thursday 19th December
Clouds chasing
Each other across the sky
In a race
Where none can truly fly
The wind
A painter with no brush
Creates art
With every gust and rush
Love you so much
Precious sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx




