Eighty-seven and growing,
Though it doesn't seem that long.
Wasn't childhood yesterday?
All my memories are so strong.
Eighty-seven and growing,
How I treasure each new year
And enjoy the days that come my way
While keeping memories dear.
Eighty-seven and growing,
Now I celebrate the years
The time I've shared along the way
Life's mingled joys and tears.
............ JTS 2009
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOTHER
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Love the pic in the upper right with the apples and the lower left feeding A1 (?). That's how I always think of her - shelling peas on the porch, running laundry through the wringer, harvesting from the garden, gathering eggs and how she cooked so much bacon at once in the same pan, not straight - just thrown in there. She is a strong woman - again, apples don't fall too far from the tree;)
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