Jan 2019
When hair has faded to silver
When wrinkles cover you're face
When love has grown for 50 years like a tree that stood in place
When time has ceased to cover
When burdens knock you're door
Have no fear my darling dear i'm here for 50 more
When wrinkles cover you're face
When love has grown for 50 years like a tree that stood in place
When time has ceased to cover
When burdens knock you're door
Have no fear my darling dear i'm here for 50 more
This was actually a poem from my mother
I cannot find anymore of her's.
I supposes she did not keep many of them journaled.
I cannot find anymore of her's.
I supposes she did not keep many of them journaled.
