Running through me As if a river traced Into the fabric of my life... We know... My days have been shaped By you every flow... Often I could not hold you in For how can one restrain Love, life, overflowing? Happily, I let you pour Your soul into the world. There were time of dryness When you seemed gone And so far away Sadly, I let myself cry Tears of love That pulled you back. Days will come and will go In and out will be flow Deeply we do know... Apart we will never be For you will always go Running through me. |
Beautiful dear Sylvie!
A mother's love is such a special thing. I am not embarassed by my mamma's-boyishness.. he he..
Sending love to you and your whole wonderful family dear friend.
Love and LIGHTNESS, Teo Do