When going through my parent's belongings, I often find it easier to bring some of the items home, and then look through them. When I find a free minute or two throughout the week, I'll sort through the papers/pictures/letters,etc. Today I found the following poem in an envelope my mother had marked "keep".
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Just another testament of who my mother was and what she stood for.
1 comment:
I have seen that poem before. It is a good one.
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