| MY THOUGHTS...Short Stories And Poems. |
A TOUCHING LITTLE POEM.RED CLOVER. The flowers were sad and very still The night Christ died upon the hill, Only the clover turned about And wove green fingers in and out About the cross. Christ did not see The clover's little sympathy, But God looked down, and on each leaf He marked a tiny sign of grief... A little poignant drop of red In memory of my son, God said. ~~~~~~Anonymous~~~~~~ 13:12 - Monday, October 9, 2006 - post commentShare and enjoy
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   Hello I am a wife and a Mother of two adult children and a GrandMother of six beautiful GrandChildren.I have been married 41 years. I like to paint, read, do crosswords and dabble with my pen, writing my thoughts in a journal and trying to write the odd poem or prose. A MOTTO I LIKE TO LIVE BY IS... LOVE ALL, SERVE ALL, HURT NEVER, HELP EVER.  
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