Dusty

I spent yesterday looking through and sorting out the very last things I needed from my Mum's house. Lots of pictures, postcards, and some records.

This was one of her records, one of her very favourites, and it's now mine. And I don't care what it's worth, it's going nowhere. Because I've just played it three times, and it's now a message from my Mum to me, and yet also a message from me to her.

You don't have to say you love me
Just be close at hand
You don't have to stay for ever
I will understand.

And you can hear this beautiful record HERE....