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PAGES FROM A DIARY
Today is my sixteenth birthday
He gave me this book and a rose
Then he blushed and gave me a hug
And he kissed the tip of my nose
Today I’m eighteen, a woman
I wondered if he would propose
Then he gave me a diamond ring
He’d placed on the stem of a rose
Today is the day I’ll marry
And he didn’t forget a rose
It is in my wedding bouquet
With the yellow ribbons and bows
Today I gave birth to a son
And he’s perfect from head to toes
He pinned to the baby’s blanket
The most beautiful fragrant rose
This is my eightieth birthday
As always, he gave me a rose
But I doubt there’ll be another
For I feel my life’s near a close
~ ~ ~
She’d be eighty-one today, he wrote
She left me in April, last year
I planted a bush by her headstone
So she’ll always have roses near
9/10/90 – Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck
3’rd … PAW (in Pa) 1990
2’nd … Indiana NPD 1995
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