" " * Squizzel wa s my first word, sat upon my mothers knee. Two little maple syrup eyes blinked, smiled, looked up at me from under a wild mop of Autumn coloured hair; A tiny little hand curling around my finger. Such love. I feel. **She'll be sipping a Gingerbread Latte along-side me today, when, just two, walk through the park feeding squirrels, silently.
13/11/2001 (That's 4015 nights, of watching starlit dancing)
The title - were my mums words to me (& my words to my little ginger toddler)
Her soundtrack, for my life... Fairground Attraction, Whispers. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RaXZtEUXddI