"Boo"

My Father sits upon His rocking chair
I walk up and go boo,
He takes my hand,
We laugh a while;
I then climb on His lap,
Curl up in His loving arms,
Watching the snow fall,
And listening to the fire crackle,
Such love, comfort and peace I feel,
As we spend time heart to heart;
Oh how I cherish these times we have,
Such sweet pure love,
That has has no limits at all.

"Boo"

scholzkathy

Joined January 2008

desktop tablet-landscape content-width tablet-portrait workstream-4-across phone-landscape phone-portrait
desktop tablet-landscape content-width tablet-portrait workstream-4-across phone-landscape phone-portrait

10% off

for joining the Redbubble mailing list

Receive exclusive deals and awesome artist news and content right to your inbox. Free for your convenience.