Someone to love
Someone to hug
Someone to have and to hold
Until your so very old
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I love this beautiful write Elizabeth, you have captured the loss we feel when we grow old as our family and friends pass away and we are left with distant memories, a hauntingly, beautiful poem!
I am proud to say that mom always said Wes is the only hugger in the family. She was 93 when we lost her. a lady. That's why we get along you and I.... good moms