Author: Barbara Goodhew
My sister I'm told,
But never got to know.
With age our relationship grows.
A little at a time not to ruin it or to blow.
Xmas wish, birthday wish is all we need.
Knowing that we are family is great and knowing
that we are here is nice.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Meri (22.214.171.124) -- Friday, December 28 2012, 09:16 pm|
Is being alive and in good health. Lovely Barb.
|barb (126.96.36.199) -- Saturday, December 29 2012, 12:09 am|
Meri I was adopted and lost contact. Now we have got in touch I'm 59 and she's 63 years old so see you never know 50 years went by, but now yerahhhhhhhhhh!
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