
Thursday 10th April
Seagulls ride
Invisible currents with ease
Above the harbour
Drifting on the breeze
Silver wings
Against cerulean skies
Their mournful screech
Echoes as they rise
Love you so much
Precious sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx





Thursday 10th April
Seagulls ride
Invisible currents with ease
Above the harbour
Drifting on the breeze
Silver wings
Against cerulean skies
Their mournful screech
Echoes as they rise
Love you so much
Precious sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx



