Thinking of Mother by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill
On a hillside in the Ozarks, under skies much like ours here –Lies a lovely dark haired lady – she is one I love so dear,How my heart does ache with longing – just to touch her auburn hair.Just to hear her joyful laughter – as once it filled the air.How her eyes could speak… Read More Thinking of Mother by Gaylia Kenslow Stogsdill