From A mother With Love: |
From A Mother With Love Dear Child, I am writing this slow because I know that you can't read fast. We don't live where we did when you left home. Your dad read in the paper that most accidents happen...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Feb 2008 14:44:00 GMT |
A poem |
Longing: She rises up from restless sleep To greet another day She wonders if he thought of her As he started on his way The first thing on her mind was him And her love swells like a tide She always ...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Feb 2008 14:31:00 GMT |
