A very small poem written by Margaret Fishback Powers that I crossed paths with recently caught my attention and made me stop and think. Does it hit a nerve on you too?
It will not matter what kind of car I drove, what kind of house I lived in, how much money I had in my bank account, nor what my clothes looked like. But the world may be a little better because I was important in the life of a child.
Interesting, Karen. I think these are some of things I heard older people saying when I worked in a nursing home. Memories, love, friends, family.... I don't recall them talking about materialistic stuff! Love and Hugs,
Sheila
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?
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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