On a quiet night
You can hear the flutter
of an angels wings
and feel the warmth
of her breath
nearby as she sings
Watching over you
from the sweet
heavens above,
with the gentle
spirit of a
Mothers love
Sweet dreams delivered
as you lay your
head to sleep,
memories of her
forever; yours to
to keep~









Tia, this piece is absolutely beautiful.
Angelic.
The drawing is exceptional, and really compliments your lovely poem...
Take care, xx Cyn xx














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