Tuesday, April 08, 2008


Something I found in a file drawer when I was looking for tax documents:

Brian Williams Love for Love

Hi Mom I Love you
Evry time I see you
I feel That I must huge you
and evry time I huge you
I have to pull you closer to me
for feer that I will loose you
and evry time I kiss you
sweatness runs throw my veins
Hi mom I Love you

December 10, 1995


emmapeelDallas said...

Now that is a TREASURE.

Don't you love those sweet notes from our kids? And especially when looking for tax docs - that had to sweeten your day.


Cloudberry said...

Oh how lovely, so completely full of love. How old was he? Now and then I find something from when my children were young, but nothing like this knee-hugging poem written for you. It's so good it can warm a stranger's soul. Teagrapple

ggw07 said...

How wonderful!

GreenishLady said...

Oh... must make the tax doings worthwhile to find a gem like that among them! Beautiful!

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