Page 29 - Publishing Inspiration Christmas Card 2016

But as each child delivered an

armful of flowers to us, along with

a hug, my heart felt tight within me.

As the children left to go back to

play, Donna turned to me and said,

“Flowers don’t last forever,

anyway.”

As Donna finished telling me the

story of the little girls, and I looked

at our increasingly bare flower

garden, she said, “Flowers don’t

last forever, anyway.”

I thought of my children, now

grown, that I miss having at home.

I nodded as I thought, “And neither

does childhood.”

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