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I feel charmed by this poetic timeline through the stages of your beloved child love. BCA, Bill’s Ca
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posted by
BC-A
on February 11, 2009 at 4:18 PM
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Charming poem! Thank you.
posted by
elinjo
on February 11, 2009 at 9:08 AM
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The anxiety is UNDERSTANDABLE...
posted by
Straightforward
on February 10, 2009 at 8:50 AM
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Great job. Not easy to accomodate 14 years of a child's growth in a few lines.!
posted by
hardilaziz
on February 10, 2009 at 8:42 AM
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it is wonderful, how you presented all your feelings. My youngest is one and a half and there are days I just wish he'd grow up... your poem made realise how transient this time is and that someday, I'll be wishing he never grow up :)
posted by
shilpaharish
on February 10, 2009 at 5:21 AM
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This is so well laid out.
And I completely agree with your well worded sentiment. Grandbabies from him-- eventually!
posted by
scotcanada
on February 9, 2009 at 9:49 PM
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They always grow up too soon...I like how you quickly increase...shows how quick the passage of time is for the parents!
posted by
Annicita
on February 9, 2009 at 8:04 PM
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