TROUBLED THOUGHTS PAGE17
#17 ( " MEMORIES " )
No diamond sparkles on her hand, No mansion was her home,
Warmth, love and caring were the only riches she had known.
She gave us memories of which silver nor gold could buy,
A loving touch with cookies and milk, or a piece of her homemade
A listening ear, a helping hand with everyone she would share,
WRITTEN BY: TAMARA WALDRON (NIECE)
From All of Us That Care
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Thanks for the memories "Dear Second Mom" 12-6-1991
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