Sometimes it’s hard, others magical. Facebook post.
Ironing and heard the firstborn shouting "Mam, MAM!"
thinking
"Oh God what now?"
I went
into the kitchen to find the back door open,
and
stormed out.
To find
him stood by the lawn,
with his
hands folded on the top of his belly,
looking
up into the sky.
"Stars"
he said softly.
So I
stood with him
Looking
up…
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