Intervals

Poem By Sharon FottaAnderson

I held my daughter to my breast
And now her sleeping child there rests
Daughter, granddaughter
I am twice blest.

Comments about Intervals

Ditto! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! A second chance to have your daughter grow all over again and be there when you feel you were'nt before! ! ! ! !


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