Have you ever heard of the wonderful land, the glorious land, the warm and happy land of Primo? It is not so very far away, but is in a dim and mysterious country where strange and incredible things happen every day.
Wednesday, 8 January 2014
Wednesday, 11 September 2013
Wrap you in moonbeams dancing around you
Caressing your cheeks with
It's soft silver glow
Again and again Mary sang the made up lullaby to the little one cradled in her arms. How she adored the sweet creamy cheeks and curving eyelashes. How she loved the charming twirl in his dark hair. How precious was this dimpled hand that clung so trustingly to her finger. She pressed the sleeping infant a little closer to her bosom and laid her cheek against his downy hair and her eyes grew moist.
Mary straightened her back and gracefully rose to her feet as she drew the hand woven shawl a little closer around her darling. She walked through the open door