
Thursday 6th November
The warmth of hands
Lingering in a squeeze
A quiet flutter
Rustling through the trees
Each little moment
Held close and tight
Weaving the fabric
Of hearts’ delight
Love you so much
Precious sons
Treasured Mum
xxxxx







Thursday 6th November
The warmth of hands
Lingering in a squeeze
A quiet flutter
Rustling through the trees
Each little moment
Held close and tight
Weaving the fabric
Of hearts’ delight
Love you so much
Precious sons
Treasured Mum
xxxxx





