Come back to me, little dancing feet that roam the wide world o'er,
I long for the lilt of your flying steps in my silent rooms once more;
Come back to me, little voices gay with laughter and with song,
Come back, little hearts beating high with hopes, I have missed and mourned you long.
:)
ReplyDeleteLovely
ReplyDeleteHaving spent a lot of time there over the last ten(!) months, I can say with some authority that the old home just isn't the same without all its merry occupants! Five cheers for a Mile High reunion sometime very soon!
ReplyDeleteI saw that picture and thought, "what a magical-looking random place Five found for a picture" and then I realized it's our back yard and I almost cried.
ReplyDeleteI"M COMING!!!!!!
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