Posts here don't need to be poems, do they?
Because there is something I'd love to say
But I don't really want to put it in verse.
I love you my dear. And I try to rehearse
This in actions every hour, every day,
Sometimes better and sometimes worse,
But knowing just how much I'm blessed;
You're a gift of grace at God's behest.
2 comments:
Oh Mr Picklesworth .. how very lovely!
Love you, Moose.
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