The weather changed
The air was cold
I bought a sweater
For your child
She wore it until she
Could no more
You passed the sweater
To my child
She wore it until she
Could no more
I remember the sweater
And your child
And mine
That are no more
Poems and Petals 
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
OH DEAR—SO SAD! 😦
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Thank you for the reblog, best wishes, Vonita
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ORT-ORT, VONITA!!!! 😀
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THEY ARE NO MORE…we grieve!!!!!
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Yes, we do xo
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Are they no more because they are grown? Makes me sad because mine are grown! It is a great poem. Thanks.
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Yes, it makes me sad when I think of the younger years and how they have passed, never to return!
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To everything there is a season and a time for every purpose under heaven. A time to be born, a time to die…Ecclesiastes 3. Your words reminded me of this bible passage. Your words very aptly describe the passing of time. I have 6 children and am acutely aware of how quickly children grow, adults age, just as in Nature. Such is the big scheme of things. Thank you for stirring up the brain cells…!
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Thank you for reading, and for your thoughtful comment 🙂
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