He is everywhere
Every room carries his spirit
Blindly reaching through the air
Fingering his signature
There was life before him
It existed but not readily remembered
He is everything
And I nothing, without him
With him, there is no despair
His love, a runny spigot
Feel the embrace of his flare
His smile fills up every picture
No fear, but that of to swim
It is all centered
He is everything
He is all but a whim
Categories: Children, photography, poetry, Psychology
psychologistmimi 
How beautiful! Where was the photo taken? I love it! xx Rowena
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Thank you 🙂 the photo was taken in a small beach in northern California. Its a fairly hidden little piece of heaven
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I didn’t think your son had been to Australia but it looked a bit like an Australian scene.
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Oh yes we have been to Australia. last year. He loved the penguins. Still obsessed with them. you are right the photo does remind me of it.
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Wasn’t sure whether he was in Melbourne with you last year.
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He was. He loved it so much. Australia is just so gorgeous. Although expensive 😉
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Wow! That is truly a beautiful poem and written with a mothers love
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Beautiful words only a wonderful mother can write!
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