Mar 10, 2015

My boy is 31



My son is 31
Wow 
Who knows where the time goes 
Had piece of cake . . .he shared rest with mates. 
Hard to believe children grow up make own journeys
Best we can hope is we become friends in older life
Strange journey at times this life thing
Mind you he not got my hair

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. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"