Thursday, March 16, 2017

Baby Callum ..... 21 years Old Today 16/03/17


I wandered lonely as a cloud,
That floats on high o`ver vales and hills.
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils,
Besides the lake, beneath the trees
Flattering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never - ending line
Along the margin of a bay 
Ten thousand saw I at a glance
Tossing their heads in 
sprightly dance.

The waves besides them danced, but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such ajownd  company:
I gazed and gazed -
but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought.

For oft when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon the inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills
And dances with the daffodils.

poem by W Wordsworth.

My little daffodil, 

Not a day goes by that I do not think of you. 21 years ago today I touch your still warm hand but you had gained your Angel wings. Two little boys in heaven, lost but not forgotten. I often wonder what should have been but sadly you where taken away my angel baby.  I love you more than words can say and always will.
Till we meet again little Cally Man love Mummy & family  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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