Such a special gift she gave to me,
Took me down a lane of memories.
She took me so many years back,
As I sat singing to our old dog, Jack.
While I played on our old rope swing.
Watching the birds as they would sing,
Lying on the grass staring at the sky
Watching the clouds as they roll by.
Chasing a fox that I thought was a dog,
Then trying to catch a little frog,
Catching fire flies in a quart jar,
And wishing upon a falling star.
Once I was so tickled I jumped for joy,
As I fed a bug to my brother, Roy.
If someone picked on us on the bus,
Big brother, Bill, took care of us.
Barb, Larry, and Bonnie were little, you see,
So I just rocked them on my knee.
Big sister, Louise, spanked me one time,
When I thought that I didn't have to mind.
Then weeding the garden with my mom,
Playing hide and go seek with brother, Tom.
Oh, God, how I miss those wonderful days,
Those memories now are not so far away.
So thank you, God, for my special friend,
And the beautiful memories that she sent.
I haven't thought of these in quite awhile,
Until she gave me the Statue of A Little Child.
Written by: Thelma Shutters
Dedicated to Terry
who brought the gift of the statue
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