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I remember when
My children were small,
I was always marking their height
On the livingroom wall.

So tall, they have grown
I miss when they were young,
They always found a way
To make me smile and then some.

When I look through the photo album
It always makes me cry,
Wishing they were babies again
Slipping away, is the time.

Copyright Cynthia Jones
Nov.18/2007

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Life is what you make it.


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The following comments are for "I Remember When"
by KindHearted

a simply
elegant poem.

j.jd.

( Posted by: johnjohndoe [Member] On: December 21, 2007 )





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