think with fondness the chats we had while joanne and charlene played together in the wombles mother and toddler group....always in my thoughts..wilma x
wilma munro
22nd March 2010
Memories
Those we love remain with us...
In the whisper of the wind.
In a soft rain that falls from Heaven.
In each sunrise.
In every single star that lights the night sky, and
in every single memory we hold within our hearts.
Joanne
1st April 2009
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland