As I was sorting through my FB news feed yesterday, I came across this beautiful poem by Lily Miller. She is the bright young child of my friend Trista. I commented that her daughter is a writer. Even at the tender age of ten years old. I asked the proud momma if I could post this on my blog. As you can see, she obliged. I have read the verse repeatedly. I find such feeling in the simplicity of the words. How blessed Trista must feel having a child feel this way about her. Then be able to convey those feelings. I am in awe. I know that the proud momma is too. Lily has built a great memory for her mother. I hope that the lovely young writer keeps writing. She most definitely has the talent for it.
Now to finish my coffee and write another story. Happy Saturday my dear friends.
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Isn’t it though? I just had to share it!
It’s so lovely and brings hope to my heart that you make the world a better place. š
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Oh honey thank you. I will be sure to check out your blog right now. Love your feedback.
You’re welcome your most gracious kind. š
And YOU are a true poet.
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