Mum
Your pink hair glows in the dark
Like a rose in the middle of winter.
The pain your thorns cause me
Is your sweet, sweet love.
When your garden grows
Our family is made.
From your eldest child AJ Tupara-Burgess
Mum
Your pink hair glows in the dark
Like a rose in the middle of winter.
The pain your thorns cause me
Is your sweet, sweet love.
When your garden grows
Our family is made.
From your eldest child AJ Tupara-Burgess