if her quiet, quiet heart was a quiet, quiet place there would be a quiet smile upon her quiet, quiet face; and if her quiet, quiet heart knew that quiet, quiet peace she'd be filled with quiet joy, worries quietly ceased.
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your poems are just beautiful-my daughter is 17-applying to colleges that are little too far away for my heart to handle easily. I am working on her scrapbooks and crying often as i realize how fast time has flown. Hold her close.
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your poems are just beautiful-my daughter is 17-applying to colleges that are little too far away for my heart to handle easily. I am working on her scrapbooks and crying often as i realize how fast time has flown. Hold her close.
I'm with Mary. My baby is also 17 and is off to University next year.
Time flies by fast. Enjoy them while they are little!
I can't wait for spring to see those iris you gave me! :)
Have a good one!
~Janette
oh my gosh, what a sweet sweet poem, thanks for sharing, it brightened my day!
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