Inktober Day 9 - Swing
A lonely ghost. A mother’s kindness.
“Swing low, swing high, now life has passed you by. Nothing but a memory, you sit quietly in reverie. Time marches on in single file - I’ll slow down and stay awhile.”
A lonely ghost. A mother’s kindness.
“Swing low, swing high, now life has passed you by. Nothing but a memory, you sit quietly in reverie. Time marches on in single file - I’ll slow down and stay awhile.”