Mom (Remove filter)
Pink Lilly
Crisp and swift the north wind blows
Leaving only a note before she left long ago
He cried for days and had no words to explain
Spoke to mother.
Crisp and swift the north wind blows
Spring came, mom called saying this might be silly
Son, I need your help to plant these bulbs; he mutters really?
Planting bulbs with his mother
Warm and sweet the south wind blows
He first glanced upon...
Thursday 18th February 2016 1:27 am
Recent Comments
Trevor Alexander on Is it?
4 hours ago
Trevor Alexander on Just You
4 hours ago
Greg Freeman on Saturday Night and Sunday Morning
6 hours ago
Tom Doolan on Celebrate St George's Day
6 hours ago
rob1967able on _____
9 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on A Boy and His Boat Named Bill
12 hours ago
David RL Moore on Words of Love
12 hours ago
Tom Doolan on One Tear at a Time
13 hours ago
Nigel Astell on Synchronicities of life
14 hours ago
Nigel Astell on Happy Hours for the Edgeley Faithful Extended
14 hours ago