The poem my mum wrote for me 44 years ago when at the age of 23 and 25 my husband and I sailed off across the English Chanel in a little plywood Catamaran with many more dreams than knowledge. Too young to know how naive we were. She must have been terrified.
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That is lovely @Tjay 💞
Thankyou
How beautiful
Thank you 🙏
What a joy!!!!
Thanks Gent, Yes all these years later I appreciate her faith. 🙏
Tjay, you were so lucky to have a mother like yours that gave you wings to fly away if that is what you needed to do. you had an amazing mother and the poem needs to be published.
keep smiling