Reflections From the Hourglass
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. . The sand in my granny's antique hourglass . .
. . reminds me of her oft-said prayers . .
. . offered in our behalf . .
. . even before . .
. . we were . .
. . born. .
. . . . . . .
. . All . .
. . grandmas . .
. . not that way . .
. . Living her quiet life . .
. . mine found time for intercession . .
. . God was the only father she had known . .
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July 25, 2012
Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2012
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