Interiors Project #27

View On Black

 

someone used to stand here by me

and talk and wash and look at the tree

but now they are gone forever it seems

and now all I'm left with is my dreams ...

 

children would laugh and call out to me

hurry up Mum ~ what is for our tea ?

but now they have gone and all that is left

are memories stirred of the very best . . .

 

Bev

 

 

 

 

Done