When I look at my rusty amazing pram
And search for your peculiar fragrance Mom!
Then I remember that you take me out often in those days
And listen to my prattle patiently.
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Very beautiful. Nothing that is precious is ever truly lost as long as our memories are alive and well. Take care. Always your friend, Sandra
Tenderness tiptoes through your beautiful words of remembrance. Nostalgia without sentimentality. A fine poem. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥