Can we drown the wave dreams now please?
When the wave comes
And you run,
sister scooped by mum
Dad carries the stuff
And lonely you
Run
Those three year old legs
Won!
Ta for that!
Harriet McDonald
Whitstable
Can we drown the wave dreams now please?
When the wave comes
And you run,
sister scooped by mum
Dad carries the stuff
And lonely you
Run
Those three year old legs
Won!
Ta for that!
Harriet McDonald
Whitstable
Comments on: "Day fourteen" (2)
I’m really touched by these words. xxxx
oh yes so moving..the three year old legs, the memory of how hard it was to keep up with the others too young to really understand the fear but still the joy of the run.