This is another poem passed to me by a dear friend:

My Baby
Not flesh of my flesh
Nor bone of my bone
Yes somehow miraculously my own
NEVER FORGET for a single minute
You weren't born under my heart
BUT in it
I live in England in the midlands and I have been making Bobbin Lace for quite a few years now. I have also done Counted Cross Stitch and Hardhanger embroidery too. I collect dolls houses and at the moment have 4houses and one shop. I hope you will enjoy looking at my Blog and I will add to it when I get something interesting to share.
2 comments:
Hi Jill,
This poem is beautiful.it becomes meaningful for me too......just lovely.
Thanks for sharing it
Joy
Thank you for your comment it means a lot to me too x
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