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| Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger |
9/16/2012 |
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Innocense and precious moments childhood gives to us.
Growing to adulthood with assurance. Sweet image to
embrace the love of childhood shared in your beautiful poem.
Lady Mary Ann |
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| Reviewed by Rory Dall (Reader) |
9/15/2012 |
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| Your passing of innocence period continues. We all regret the fact that our children have to make that journey. Your words make it a sound little less scarey and a trifle reassuring for us parents. |
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| Reviewed by Laura Fall |
9/14/2012 |
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| Truly an Excellent write and sweet photo Laura |
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| Reviewed by Budd Nelson |
9/14/2012 |
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yes they grow so fast the older we get
budd |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
9/14/2012 |
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It seems to me the older we get the faster the children grow up, as a grandparent it has amazed me watching my little angels grow in the wink of an eye.
fee |
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| Reviewed by Christine Alwin |
9/14/2012 |
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OH, How this hits home, it seems to happen overnight..that is why I am keeping close to my heart my little Grandgirls, it is a second chance..miraculous really~
Christine |
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| Reviewed by ANNA CLOUTIER (Reader) |
9/14/2012 |
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| from child to adulthood...such is the process of life. when wer're young we want to be adults and when we are adults we long for the yesterdays of youth. ah....such is the process of life. anna |
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| Reviewed by Joy Hale |
9/14/2012 |
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To be young and innocent lasts but for awhile, then to move on to the season of adulthood. Would that we could be innocent for a bit longer. Nicely told, Lady Vivian.
Joy L. Hale |
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| Reviewed by Lily of Lough Neagh C. Dennis-Woosley |
9/14/2012 |
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I say we can still hold onto our youth
it is entirely up to us to keep those wonderful thoughts. But beautiful metamorphosis of the change all go through springing from youth to adulthood.
I enjoy the things children do, I have a color book and colors... all could. It is within our own power to enjoy.
Wonderful poem
Love and Light
Lily |
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| Reviewed by D. Vaineo |
9/14/2012 |
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Yes, Vivian, it seems slow when we are children
and then one day you become an adult with memories
of fruit and butterflies. Beautiful words...bringing
back my childhood.
Deborah |
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| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton |
9/14/2012 |
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| This is one of the better poems I have ever read, Vivian, concerning youth as it metamorphoses into adulthood. |
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