Clarity In a Treasure Box

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Clarity In A Treasure Box BIRTHS footprints wrist bracelets all three together miraculous new lives my babes' tiny feet and wrists. "now grown, with children of their own" Sandra M. Haight ~NA~ Contest: Clarity In A Treasure Box Sponsor: Nette Onclaud Judged: 07/02/2016 Syllable count: 1/2/3/5/6/7/8/ *Note: newborns in hospitals wore beaded name bracelets in the 50s and 60s

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 6/29/2016 11:15:00 PM

ADORABlE!!!

Daniel Turner

Date: 6/29/2016 6:14:00 AM

I'd bet my broken down truck that you were and still are an excellent mother. I'd also bet that same truck that you spoil those grandkids! Good luck Mrs Sandra.

Sandra Haight
Date: 6/29/2016 7:02:00 PM

You are too sweet, Daniel. I have always tried my best, along with my hubby, and the kids are all doing fine. Of course...grandkids are always spoiled...but ours are older now, some have left the nest and doing their own thing in the world...as it should be! Thank you for your visits and nice support! Sandra

Joanna Daniel

Date: 6/29/2016 3:35:00 AM

Oh! This is really lovely!!

Sandra Haight
Date: 6/29/2016 6:58:00 PM

Thank you, Jo. Hugs, Sandra

Daver Austin

Date: 6/28/2016 2:50:00 PM

I remember footprints and wrist bracelets - great way to remember a blessed event. daver

Sandra Haight
Date: 6/28/2016 3:47:00 PM

"Hi, Daver! So nice of you to stop by to read my poem and leave a nice comment. Good to know you can identify with these vintage mementos! Sandra"

Karam Misra

Date: 6/28/2016 11:23:00 AM

Such a sweet poem. My babies tiny feet and wrists - cho chweet! All the best for a terrific placement, Sandra. ~karam~

Sandra Haight
Date: 6/28/2016 3:48:00 PM

Thank you so much, Karam. So long ago...but mothers never forget. Hugs, Sandra