a mothers story

love and hope

As I sit at the desk that you once sat at,

I pick up the book that lies in front of me.

My fingers trace the pages you once touched,

I turn the pages like you once did.

And read the words you wrote in turn.

A tear drops down on the page,

So we can stay together till the end of our days.

Reviews

[Mary C]

Beautiful and thoughtful penning

[emma]

beautiful. truly beautiful.

[Robin]

this is well done as you leave room for the readers imagination

[Muse]

The pic is lovely........and so are the words.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

like reading your mother's diary...........beautiful.