My Mom sent me this poem
She found it in a magazine. Thought I would share. . .
As the days go by Each of us Slowly gives away Little pieces of who we are. . .We give of ourselves To family To friends To people we Don't even know But always inside . . .We keep a special little piece Until one day, In one given moment, We know to whom it belongs And in giving away this piece of ourselves We are now complete. (At the bottom of the page are the names Michael & Anne June 5, 2004)
As the days go by Each of us Slowly gives away Little pieces of who we are. . .We give of ourselves To family To friends To people we Don't even know But always inside . . .We keep a special little piece Until one day, In one given moment, We know to whom it belongs And in giving away this piece of ourselves We are now complete. (At the bottom of the page are the names Michael & Anne June 5, 2004)
