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In a box in the closet, Beneath lots of shoes, Was a bundle of greeting cards; All did effuse With good wishes, congrats And excitement galore For the birth of a baby A short time before. I read every card; Some had names I don’t know For they all had been written A long time ago. That baby, my son, Now has kids of his own. At 38 years, He’s officially grown. No need to hold on To these links to the past. I took a deep breath And I ditched them at last.

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Robert Johnson

Date: 6/30/2019 8:41:00 PM

:) lol, oh my, that was a bit of a shocker ending. I was expecting you to say, but I'll hang on to them anyway.

Gershon Wolf

Date: 6/27/2019 4:37:00 PM

I'd like to suggest that women tend to save stuff forever. (This is based on my extensive life experience of being married twice. LOL)... If I didn't value my life, I'd tilt my house toward a large dumpster and rid it of all the worthless 'memorabilia.' Oh, well: Men are from Mars; women are from Venus... :) gw

Jan Allison

Date: 6/27/2019 1:32:00 PM

I too save many things like this and am loath to throw them away but one card I treasure more than any other was a recent father's day card - my son had written such a touching message both hubby and and I tears:-) hugs Jan xx

Rico Leffanta

Date: 6/25/2019 6:05:00 PM

I hope you saved the envelopes, as a grandchild may become a philatelist, or one interested in family history may need to know old addresses, but another great write Ilene! Aloha! Rico