
Sunday 19th January
Through the window
The breeze does sigh
Carrying tales
Of the day gone by
Leaves rustle
In a gentle plea
To join the night
In its symphony
Love you so much
Precious sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx





Sunday 19th January
Through the window
The breeze does sigh
Carrying tales
Of the day gone by
Leaves rustle
In a gentle plea
To join the night
In its symphony
Love you so much
Precious sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx



