Friday, October 23, 2009

Inside page, Grandmother and Poem


Sea Shell Keepsake...
The memories of time spent together, gathering...
On the warm sandy beach finding colored shells...
I hear the soft sounds of her encouraging voice.. with the ocean waves rolling into the shore.
Each shell is a keepsake in time of a grandparent,
now pasted and treasured.
And, held close to my heart forever.

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