Patsy Johnson

Mum, I miss you every day. I miss touching your face and playing with the back of your neck, when I would greet you upon arriving. I miss our shopping trips and us walking with our arms linked and you telling me to slow down. I miss making you scrambled eggs & tomatoes with your toast and cup of tea. Most of all, I miss the sound of your Laughter and voice when you’d tell me you loved me. xx