Making Memories
Upon the rockbound shore we sit to watch
The magic sun slip deep into the sea
The music of the lapping waves caress
This old tired heart that beats inside of me
I hear and feel her little heart
Beating beneath my hand like a dove
Magic moments sent from heaven
A taste of what heavens like above
On my lap I hold in these rough old hands
The one who will always keep alive my memory
Her eyes and mine for a moment in time
Share this special place that will be our history
She takes my big thumb in her tiny little hand
Little britches and her Poppy in our memories twilight
Sweet good night kisses, one more hug if you please
Good night princess…goodnight!
I know the word precious has been used a good amount on this write, but there just isn't any other description that fits the need.
Not only do your words pound in the love and admiration you have and hold for this child, but it puts so much emphasis on who you truly are as a person.
Again I'm going to tell you what a joy it really is to not only read your heart, but to feel it as well.
That really is one beautiful kid!
Lisa
This made my old eyes shiny for sure!!
Love And peace Tinka
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Monette
AWWWWWWWWWWWW! PRICELESS beyond measaure, this write and photo...BRAVO!!!!!!!!!!!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)