She said, ‘Do you remember?’
With a soft look in her eye
She didn’t think I noticed
The wistful little sigh
I turned to gaze upon her
Beautiful, sixteen
And suddenly I saw the child
That yesterday she’d been
I saw the wild-haired wonder
With no worry in the world
I heard the rippling laughter
Of a care-free little girl
I felt the soft smooth comfort
Of her tender baby-face
Oh darling there are memories
That mere time cannot erase
Time has taken ribbons,
Pretty bows and curls
All the little dresses
Made for precious baby girls
But it will never take away
The memories etched in gold
My dear, do I remember?
In a-thousand thoughts untold
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Janet Martin
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