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The Little Cottage

The little cottage Built by my beloved father Is old and small But loves begins here And never ends It carries on years after years Wherever you go You won't forget It's like a magnet It's like the force of gravity It links to your mind and your soul Buried deep in your memory Even after it's vanished in a big fire Even after its builder passed away A long time ago Love and memory do exist Whenever a soul remains

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Jennifer Fenn

Date: 6/16/2022 4:46:00 PM

What a heartwarming poem!

Sai Lin Lip
Date: 6/16/2022 6:01:00 PM

Thanks.

Paula Goldsmith

Date: 6/16/2022 11:31:00 AM

"The little cottage" is a lovely write. Love It. Have a blessed day writing away................

Sai Lin Lip
Date: 6/16/2022 6:01:00 PM

Thanks.

James Inman

Date: 6/16/2022 11:00:00 AM

Quite emotional, enjoyed your write.

Sai Lin Lip
Date: 6/16/2022 6:02:00 PM

Thanks.

Quoth Theraven

Date: 4/11/2022 7:07:00 AM

Sai Lin, Wunderful forces at play in this poem's memories. -Richard

Sai Lin Lip
Date: 4/12/2022 2:18:00 AM

Thanks.

Jeff Kyser

Date: 4/11/2022 6:52:00 AM

Forty years ago, I helped my father build a cabin - you are correct, there are many fond memories tied up in such - and much of what I know about building things, I learned at his side. Thanks - nice memories!

Sai Lin Lip
Date: 4/12/2022 2:19:00 AM

Thanks.