Stroll thru The Past

here we stand with the snow falling gently. as I wonder when was it that you grew up so fast the small steps. in the snow replaced with a gentle indent. of your foot the snow that would fall on your head. barring you shoulder deep and you digging out with that little smiley. wanting not to get out of the cold but. to build a snow town with people. in it all could do was watch as you build it people and all. your mother was so angry with me keeping you out so late. all I should do was smile as you told her. about your town with people, she was so proud of you. and as I stand by your sides to this day I can't help but remember how blessed my life is and all ways will be.

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