|Pic Courtesy: Magpie Tales 242|
The leaves lurk away, from a beautiful word,
carved in stones, laid beneath.
The word that infused and nurtured,
him with her love, her blood
How his changed priorities had
crippled a beautiful relationship,
with his aged father and Mother!
The post is in response to-
Word prompts this week were-
Blood, Cripple, Lurk