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Tag Archives: mum
You are never far from my mind, How can you not be When the face that looks back at me Is you. My eyes are your eyes, The crinkles at the corners, The flecks, and that sparkle When they catch … Continue reading
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30th October. We intended to get on the road before nine, but as things went, we were pulling out of the car park just after 8 having been up since 6.30. It had been raining nearly…
I found an old photograph today, one my Mum gave me about 10 years ago that I’d tucked away with my old passport photo. The photograph was of a young woman I didn’t know yet there is a family likeness. … Continue reading
Although I’d write to Mum once or twice a week, towards the end of her life I knew I wouldn’t get a reply. Several times when we visited she would be reading one of my letters, and regardless of the … Continue reading
My Mum would have been 98 today. She would have loved to see the ducklings and goslings here. Photos taken February 2017 I remember the year Mum came up for a holiday when we were in the cottage and stayed … Continue reading
It’s two years ago today that my Mum passed away. That text message will be forever etched in my mind as I felt the bottom drop out of my stomach and splash on the floor. I was glad I’d been … Continue reading
The hay bales are in the fields again, Some wrapped in black, some are bare, I remember your fascination When the doughnut machine held your stare. Like a young child, with hands behind Your back you stood at the window, … Continue reading
Hubby has found two sets of wonderful music and put them on a key. Two hours plus of gentle music, mainly piano, but the occasional cello, guitar or flute accompaniment. It’s beautiful and he says he’s been listening to it … Continue reading
Did I ever call you Mummy? Either as a kid or a teen, It certainly wasn’t Mother, If you see what I mean. I referred to you as My Mum, Or just Mum so everyone knew As my love was … Continue reading