My mother She always learned to wait for us ,anxious if we were late ,in winter by the window still , in summer at the gate ,and though we mocked her tenderly ,who had such foolish care ,the long way home was safe ,because she waited there . Her thoughts were always filled with us ,she never could forget ,and so I know that were she is she must be waiting yet.waiting till we came home to her anxious if we were late,watching at heavens windowstill leaning at heavens gate ❤❤❤❤❤
Posted on: Sun, 20 Oct 2013 21:02:12 +0000
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