Sharon FottaAnderson


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.


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  • Sheila Fisher (1/17/2008 1:14:00 AM)

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

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 6, 2005

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 6, 2010


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