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My fragile
Ladder
Built
So many
Years ago
To help
Me reach
More than
I was able
I’ve saved
The work
Of a child
A weathered
Reminder
That even my
Youngest son
Has now
Grown tall
Easily
Reaching
Attaining
What I
Cannot
He was
Once small
My little boy
Of six
Even then
Striving
To help
Me be stronger
And stretch
Higher
Than it
Seemed ever
I would be able
.
.
Bear … 03.21.2015
ⓒBearspawprint2015
Recently some rearranging was done, and the ladder, that Roy made, when he was about six, was moved. It seems my regard is all that was holding it together. Fortunately, I took this photo last year. If I had been warned of the changes to be made, I would have moved it myself, but I was too late. The symbolic value I see was not visible to another. I have other mementos of my boys growing, and some others have also been sadly lost. I wish it were possible to preserve some of childhood, but only the feelings and what has been learned can be carried forward.
Bear … 03.21.2015
ⓒBearspawprint2015
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I love these old treasures! Beautiful poem sweet Bear!
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Beautifully, poignantly said.
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Thank you. Give your pure of heart Knight an extra kiss from a Bear that lives in a swamp <3. Purty please with strawberries on it.
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You got it! 🙂
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