Welcome to my Garden:
This is a picture of my mom and dad and me, taken at the L.A. Zoo.
It was made in about 1936
MEMORIES ARE NEVER OLD
Is there a way in this life,
That we never grow old?
Certainly, there is...
As memories unfold.
When I remember:
Certain things as a child,
My mom and dad
Are with me for a while.
When I remember:
My courtship... such fun,
I'm a young woman,
Choosing the right one.
When I remember:
Rocking my babies to sleep,
I'm a young mother,
With dreams to keep.
Memories are never old:
They are as fresh as morning sun,
And will be ever young...
Until life is done!
Freda Fullerton
May 13, 2011
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