'Oh, the days when I was young;
My face was smooth and tender.
I romped and played, rejoiced, and sung,
Those sweet years I remember.
Then the days turned into months;
And the months turned into years,
At thirty, a husband, and two children
There was no time for childish fears.
raised my children up in church;
With the Good Book as my plan.
My little girl became a beautiful woman,
My little boy, a handsome man.
Before I knew it my children were grown;
And both were College bound,
One went to Harvard, and the other to
They had moved to separate towns.
Now, my hair has turned to silver;
With laugh lines etched around my eyes;
I seem to have lost my youthful glow,
But still, it remains somewhere inside.
And as I watch my grandkids playing;
My youthful heart swells up with love,
Knowing what a gift they are; and Heaven
From Our loving Father up above.
Poetry by Vickie
Vickie is a
Heavenly Inspirations Author.
I don't know who the artist is of
the painting we used. If you happen
to know will you please email me as
soon as possible so I can give the
artist credit. Thank you so much,
and God Bless.
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