Thinking about Mum and Dad❤️?

May I never forget my childhood days as I search my soul to see Mum’s haze, tho obsured by time’s obscurity I will not loose what is left for me . I pray my mind holds memories with future years aged jeopardies . To keep her steadfast in my heart til my demise of death do part . Old age and I will soon unite I hope I never loose my sight of recollections from my youth with my
photographs that told the truth

I see Mum now if I close my eyes, her startled look of sheer surprise, as pleased as punch in special ways when she opened her gifts on her birthdays . Ah that little laugh with her wrinkled, laughing lips as she carefully clasped my hands with her gentle finger tips . Oh how I miss my Mum as I think of her today her sweet Liverpudlian accent with the things she used to say . If only I was able to sit with her again supping tea on her table as these reminisces wax and wane . My memories aren’t enough sometimes and that makes me so sad as I stretch within my heart and soul thinking about Mum and Dad