WE GREATLY UNDERESTIMATE THE VALUE OF A 'TOUCH', IN WHATEVER WAY... BUT ESPECIALLY A GRANDMA'S TOUCH. COULD BE JUST A WORD, A SONG OR A GESTURE, BUT IT'S REMEMBERED...HOPEFULLY...FOREVER. GREAT WORK HERE, MY FRIEND. I'M GOING TO KEEP THIS, THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS
The mothers bond to her child goes far beyond that, embracing children and great-grandchildren. You are so lucky to have experienced all of those generation. There's nothing like the reassurance of holding onto the finger of someone you trust. Love personified.
Next to God’s love is a mother’s love. I suppose dads and papaws have to duke it out over who’s next in line. I loved rocking my sons and grandsons—their little hand wrapped around my forefinger as they slept peacefully. This is such a nice poem.
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
A wicked Cajun Fairy named Robes Pierre entered the impenetrable Magical doll land of Sha Bebe. Queen Faustina, the ruler of the doll land, thought she had destroyed him, but he's back! Will the doll land survive his evil ways?
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Ron
Next to God’s love is a mother’s love. I suppose dads and papaws have to duke it out over who’s next in line. I loved rocking my sons and grandsons—their little hand wrapped around my forefinger as they slept peacefully. This is such a nice poem.
All your kids, grand & great are so lucky to have you in their lives...-e-
Regis. 💚💫🌸🌻🌳