
Friday 18th April
The air is still
A silent sigh
As nature waits
For the sun so high
A promise whispered
A hope so bold
That light will break
Warmth to behold
Love you so much
Precious sons
Treasured Mum
xxxxx






Friday 18th April
The air is still
A silent sigh
As nature waits
For the sun so high
A promise whispered
A hope so bold
That light will break
Warmth to behold
Love you so much
Precious sons
Treasured Mum
xxxxx




