Friday, July 13, 2012

Dear Kenny

When in the silent grove I sleep
and weeping willows on me weep
tis then dear heart and not before
that I shall think of you no more.

Love always,
mom

(This poem was found in a box of old scrapbooks I had. It reflects how I feel about all of my children.)

3 comments:

  1. So poignant. So sad.

    Blessings and Bear hugs to all!

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  2. Uh... so sad to hear. :(

    Hi mom you are so sweet. I hope Kenny can read it.

    GOD BLESS!


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  3. This poem is a better find than silver or gold.
    Just checking back for any new posts you may have written.
    I’ve been a follower on your blog for a while now and would like to invite you to visit and perhaps follow me back. Sorry I took so long for the invitation.

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