Ode to My Daughters
By Helen K
Published 18 September 2015
Memories fading fast.
Free spirits running,
elusive and gone too soon.
Laughter and cuddles,
wild and tender.
We should have flown to the moon,
held the moment forever.
Published 18 September 2015
Memories fading fast.
Free spirits running,
elusive and gone too soon.
Laughter and cuddles,
wild and tender.
We should have flown to the moon,
held the moment forever.