Melody
The Great North Woods in the Land of Hiawatha
USA
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Posted - Sep 24 2010 : 8:09:38 PM
I came across this poem today that I wrote when Nan was just a baby-She will be 18 at the end of December and graduating from High School this spring-Where does the time go?
Early Years
The kids were nearly grown Off to school and on their own.
While she is left alone at home to think of early years Of sticky hands and toothless grins And bandages on knees and shins.
She pauses then-her hands immersed in suds and smiles Reflecting on the past a while.
Then glancing out the window where she sees A bicycle casually dropped, a ball and glove so long forgot.
She smiles again in all her thoughts Of sticky hands and toothless grins And bandages on knees and shins.
Early Years- A poem by Me
Posted - Sep 24 2010 : 8:09:38 PM
