My Wife
How she sits with my son
Feeding, reading, believing.
How she pulls her hair back
And how she looks at me when
We both hear a song
That made us cry long ago.
How she sits with my son
Feeding, reading, believing.
How she pulls her hair back
And how she looks at me when
We both hear a song
That made us cry long ago.
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But I think you were saying that you didn't have a good day.
*hugs*