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To My Daughters With Love
This poem was written by a friend I used to pen pal with. Karen Vincent. She sent me this in 1995
I always want to say the things
I feel within my heart.
But feelings are not easy to discribe.
The love, the joy, the pride
All jumbled up inside and
Struggle to unwind like mingled vines.
There's always been the love
From the beginning.
The moment that I saw your tiny face.
Your snow-white skin and dark blue eyes;
Every feature perfect by His Grace.
The years have passed too quickly,
And the memories. . .
From tiny little steps to setting goals.
From "Mama can you tie my bow?"
To "Mama can you fix my veil?"
From dainty little pinafores,
To flowing wedding gowns
Before I turned around.
It's not an easy thing to do
This letting go.
To help them grow; to have them go away.
It's a lonely time for mothers
But yet I'm filled with pride
To know that my own daughters have
Made such lovely brides.
To know they've chosen life-mates
I'm proud to call my sons.
To keep in mind before too long
I'll have more little ones.
I'm still a mother and I know
I'm waiing for the time
When grandma Will be my name
And I'll be doing fine.
Then I'll have them to brag about
And I'll be filled with pride,
Whenever They look up at me
With love in their eyes.
"Grandma can you tie my bow?"
"Grandma can you fix my veil?"
Karen Vincet
I like nonesense, it wake up the brain cells.
Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, and that enables you to laugh at life's realitles.
Dr. Theodore Geisel
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Preserving Family Photos
Hurricanes, fires and floods happen. Damage from these storms can ruin many things in your home, including valuable family pictures. Make extra copies of precious photos by scanning in your computer or copying them. Store originals in a water-tight safe spot.
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