When Your Gone

May 28, 2008
By Alissa shear, Park City, UT

You've been with me since I was born. But now your gray,old and worn. Your wirds sound like texts of a history book filled with stories of long ago childhood. And the creases in your hand are like rivers flowing with your sweet love. You are 85 and still going strong but I'll miss you when your gone.

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