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Grandchildren

I was so involved in my own life I never took time to look outside myself Now with my eyes are open I can enjoy the simple things I notice the leaves on the tree change and fall I noticed the clounds as the storm rolled in and then passed I could enjoy the chrisp wind that blew on my face Then I closed my eyes and was thankful for who I was today and all my faults because I know I'm not perfect But at the end of the day I'm perfect in their eyes MY GRANDCHILDREN

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Genevieve Mika-Stevens

Date: 8/24/2015 9:13:00 PM

Well - this is something I can certainly relate with...a very sweet poem...and isn't it true that as we get older, the more we are able to see in everything - maybe it's that old adage that age brings If you can, can read "My Sweet Juliet Rose," I wrote it for a grand-daughters too.

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 11/3/2012 7:45:00 AM

A very well written poem April, You're lucky ..... take care of your "precious gems" - (I have 4 grandchildren) Have a happy weekend. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)