precious.....

The first bloom of a golden ray lilli....

mothers and daughters.....

dads.....

babies.....

school.....

auntie's love.....

looking over the roofs of Paris.....

friends for life......

little people.....

tea in the garden on a sunday afternoon.....

a faded rose.....

being in love....

helping in the kitchen......

laughing .....

having fun with friends......

Celebrations....

They are not long the weeping and the laughter,

Love and desire and hate;

I think they have no portion in us after we pass the gate.

They are not long the days of wine and roses,

Out of a misty dream our path emerges for a while,

Then closes within a dream.

Ernest Dowson ( 2 August 1867 - 23 February 1900)