Mothers Love (Remove filter)
Your coffee
Where are you Mumma?
Your coffee is getting cold.
You have missed out on so much.
There are many stories to be told.
Where are you Mumma?
Your coffee is getting colder.
Time has just flown by.
My children are growing older.
Where are you Mumma?
Making coffee is harder as I am so weak.
My body is slower and my bones do creak.
Where are you Mumma...
Wednesday 25th August 2021 12:23 pm
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