on the wall
making love in their own way
hey, mom
Mom was still here then and I remember the time we were sitting on the sofa side-by-side, maybe watching something on tv, and she said to me…. “You know, I’m not always going to be here, but I’ll come back and I’ll be like a fly on the wall.”So now, from time to time whenever I see a fly just hanging nearby, I look and I say, Hey Mom!♥️
