After years of caring;
Comes the day, when the children depart,
for pastures new, for them a new start,
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Comes the day when we can stop and reflect on the beautiful things in life and all that we have learned.You have taught us so much with your words Ernestine, and we will continue to learn as we go.I believe that words like yours are the oil in the cogs of life.Love Duncan
Comes the day, that if we are fortunate, it will be as you say in this poem. Ermestine, I so enjoy your writing. Of course...a ten from me. God Bless Anabelle
Beautiful reflections, Ernestine. I'm starting to identify with many of the things you've touched on in your poem. Very nice poem and I thank you. Warmest regards and respect, CJ
In response to Ray below, yes, some of us 'younger folks' are indeed touched by such well-written reflections. (Check out 'In my own words' to see my thoughts on the subject) . Pensive and honest, from one who touches so many with her words. Thanks for this, Lori
From another born in 1943-I understand! Each day offers a surprise in which body part will work and which won't! Too often I think-well there are only so many days left-I just don't know how many. This is a very nice poem-wonder whether it will strike a cord with the younger folks. Warm Regards Ray
A real gem here Ernestine, you have really captured the pains of growing old. Andrew x