Aunt Mila was the one collecting the eggs every morning but the chore is now mine. We have an extra daily egg since she has flown off and Grandma uses them to bake a cake every other day. Grandpa ... [+]
Seasons come and go
Theres a time for everything
For everything shall come and go
Through the slaughters through the tears
In life's ebb and flow
Seize the moments and the years
For everything must change and grow
There places we loved and those we've left
There are days we remeber well
There are faces we know we shant forget
But this day we move forward
This day we move forward