No matter what else you are doing
From the cradle days, through to the end
You are writing life's secret story
Each day sees another page penned
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Some time between 1960 and 1964 my mother clipped this poem out of a magazine. It was written in blue ink on shiny white paper. She taped it to my bedroom door so I would see it when I got home from school. I committed it to mermory, and my copy has long since disappeared - so I had no idea until tonight who wrote it. I have shared it from memory for all these years. What a blessing to finally find its author! Thank you for years of encouragement and reminders.
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Some time between 1960 and 1964 my mother clipped this poem out of a magazine. It was written in blue ink on shiny white paper. She taped it to my bedroom door so I would see it when I got home from school. I committed it to mermory, and my copy has long since disappeared - so I had no idea until tonight who wrote it. I have shared it from memory for all these years. What a blessing to finally find its author! Thank you for years of encouragement and reminders.