Joseph T. Renaldi (Frackville, Pennsylvania)
I think of you as my petite daughter
As the days go rapidly by.
I remember the gracious things about you
And utter an appreciative sigh.
It didn't seem so long ago
When you were a lovely and curious child.
I can't help wondering about your
Disposition that was so keen and mild.
Now you have matured and grown
To be an admirable woman thyself,
And there sits fond memories of you
In picture frames on the old, warped shelf.
It's though I'm looking at them
Through a kaleidoscope at your past,
But find it's just your present that is
Passing by so regretfully fast.
You are still loveable and understanding,
And I thank you for all the lovely dreams,
For happiness now abounds in my heart
Reliving the memories of the past - it seems.
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