
05/04/2025
I felt the touch of her tiny warm hand like it was the first time we had ever met. Twelve months too old but I’ve loved her the whole time still yet.
As she slightly squeezed me amidst her cloudy slumber, I felt no scratch or scrape , I could only see her strawberry blonde hair in the back of her golden nape.
Amongst the rain and the storms I may still roam but my how good it finally feels to know that I and I alone have built a house I can always call home 💛