‘The night his daughter gave birth
He made bread
And lit a candle
For them all.
He went out into the garden
To stare at the stars
And heard the stream sing.’
On the 13th of July, my first grandson Theo was born. Joy befall him and his parents.
‘The night his daughter gave birth
He made bread
And lit a candle
For them all.
He went out into the garden
To stare at the stars
And heard the stream sing.’
On the 13th of July, my first grandson Theo was born. Joy befall him and his parents.