Who fed me from her gentle breast,
And hushed me in her arms to rest,
And on my cheek sweet kisses pressed?
Who gazed upon my heavy eye,
And wept, for fear that I should die?
And hushed me in her arms to rest,
And on my cheek sweet kisses pressed?
My Mother.
Who gazed upon my heavy eye,
And wept, for fear that I should die?
My Mother.
Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My Mother.
My Mother.
-Poem: My mother - Anne Taylor-
-Images: weheartit-
-Images: weheartit-
1 comment:
Hoi hoi ,
Ik had in een comment een halve ode aan je blog geschreven omdat ik hem erg mooi vindt.Maar ik zie hem nergens terug, Anywasy echt een hele mooie blog heb je.
Greetz,
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