No Room At The Inn
I crept in slow to catch the scene
As on the pillows they did dream
Of days to come both good and bad
When they would laugh and sometimes be sad
A life ahead of who knows what
To cherish in each moment lost
While they in slumbers drift
And what of me I hear you say
No place where I can come and lay
But happy in this loving sight
My precious gifts tucked up so tight
While they in slumbers dream
PTT
The picture above was taken in the winter of 1983/84 when I returned home from night shift to find my place had been taken
I quietly left the room and settled in the spare bedroom for the day.
One of life’s beautiful moments.
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