Magical Memoir Moments

After the Children Drive Away: Memoir in the Form of a Poem

This week I offer you two pictures and one poem.   When the Children Leave Home   The children are no longer children. They live far away. When they leave, so soon, again, I do the vacuuming. I pick up the white fluffy polar bear, take the Pat the Bunny book¬†downstairs where it will wait…

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