Growing Up with Poetry on the Walls

It’s strange when you realize how unique your childhood was. You discover your parents are not like all other parents – and sometimes that’s a good thing.

Growing up, there was Scripture, prose and poems around the house – things that helped mold me into the person I am today. I read and reread these lines and began enjoying rhymes at an early age.

My mom wrote this poem for my dad and it is a testament to their love and who she is as a writer, mother and Christian woman.

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One Comment Add yours

  1. Cathry n flowers Ritchie says:

    Always fun to run into my words and your words on the. same page. Thanks doodlebugs. Cathryn

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