
Saturday 17th May
A few clouds drift
Like thoughts in the sky
Whispering dreams
They slowly glide by
Casting soft shadows
Fleeting and light
A moment of shade
On a day so bright
Love you so much
Beloved sons
Treasured Mum
xxxxx







Saturday 17th May
A few clouds drift
Like thoughts in the sky
Whispering dreams
They slowly glide by
Casting soft shadows
Fleeting and light
A moment of shade
On a day so bright
Love you so much
Beloved sons
Treasured Mum
xxxxx





