Wee Jordy leaves NZ today and the little poem on my day calendar seemed as though it had been written especially for him...
The spirits sense me as a descendant on the shore
they call me to cradle of sand and sea
releasing the capsule of island in my blood
salt air goes down my throat as honeyed lemon.
Our love goes with you our wee sunshine boy
Forever & Always
x
2 comments:
Looking at him in this photo and the background, I can say he's 100% Kiwi!
The poem fits him to a T or is it a"J".
Just came from the Turnips home...Dora told me wonderful things about his experience there.
Yes Dick...you would almost think he had been here before - he was So at home with the surroundings...Nick & I are missing the pitter patter of tiny feet and his "Uncle Nick Laugh! "
Happy 2010 to you and all the family.
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