My dear, one day soon, you are going to fly away to where my breath can’t warm your face….or…..my hands can’t wipe the tears away…but I’ll always be near you…believe me, I will…how?…well, it’s this thing called….
“Motherhood”
My dear, one day soon, you are going to fly away to where my breath can’t warm your face….or…..my hands can’t wipe the tears away…but I’ll always be near you…believe me, I will…how?…well, it’s this thing called….
“Motherhood”