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Small Memories

Frilly lace and white petticoats, Where did your young summers go? Long ponytails and climbing trees, My memories are all of these. Now a woman stands, where once a child Ran laughing, to me with open arms. A woman stands, and smiles at me, Still grins with impish charms. Today you walked through my front door. I saw a woman, not a child. How proud I am to be your Dad, But the memories still make me a little sad. 'Cause you don't need me quite so much, But I'll always remember the soft, little touch Of your tiny hand upon my unshaved cheek And the way you say "Daddy" so very sweet. Copyright Chula Fleming June 1, 1991

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Date: 7/2/2024 11:00:00 AM
Very nice!
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Chula Schlesinger-Fleming
Date: 8/3/2024 7:35:00 PM
Hi, Kim. Sorry, I just saw your comment. Thanks so much for your kind words. I look forward to reading your poems as well. Kind regards

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