Saturday, 26 March 2011

Memories

                                                                      26 March 1996



















Flutter like a butterfly riding on the wind
Dancing and skipping over the land
Upon Copper Hill you will rest on my hand.
You can't stay put as time moves on
But remember the good times and be on your way.
So fly little butterfly, fly on the wind
And one day we'll meet again.                      love L

9 comments:

imac said...

Beautiful.

ju-north said...

Very touching. Hope there is not a sad reason for this post. xx

Heather said...

Beautiful images and poem, and obviously happy memories.

freebird said...

Pretty images and it sounds like a somewhat sad post. Yes, time moves on and we with it. Sometimes we find joy in it and other times its sad. Hope your day is a good one.

LOVE STITCHING RED said...

Love and hugs. Such beautiful photos and poem. Looking forward to a real hug x

sweetypie said...

hold on to your sweet memories...love tina

mrsnesbitt said...

Lovely Julie - hope all is well.

sweetypie said...

hi jules, thank you for your commentI guess we both grieve for never forgotten people...tina

pam said...

That was a moving blog - and the tune - It is good to remember the good things and that helps the sad things.