Who knows why we are attracted to the things we are while grieving, but then I seem to find my mother most in photos from an era of her I never knew.
Shadows settle on the place that you left, Our minds are troubled by the emptiness
Shadows settle on the place that you left…
Shadows settle on the place that you left, Our minds are troubled by the emptiness
Who knows why we are attracted to the things we are while grieving, but then I seem to find my mother most in photos from an era of her I never knew.