He...or she was once someones darling...wrapped in wool,comforted and warm...
the flannel petticoat kept as a memory...
looked at, perhaps in wonderment in years to come...
as I do with my own teasure...
did the man who now stands before me once fit into this tiny garment?
where did the years go...slipped away in busyness,
fastened tight in memory.
Hello Ellen
ReplyDeleteWhat beautiful thoughts....and the years pass too quick..
Lovely work and beautiful ideas xx
Hugs Lynn xxx
There's a little more time to think about things now Lynn :o)
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