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WHO KNOWS WHERE THE TIME GOES?

I will be 58 years old soon.

Where did the time go?

Through years of seasons and love,

Through tough times that I felt would break my will,

I found out my mind was stronger then any pain.

My love of life always shined through.  

I never knew I could love so much!

My children more then life itself,

my husband the anchor at my door.

My parents who helped save my life and showed me a bright new day,

most of all Christmas joy.

My siblings each one like a red petal on a rose-

And now my grand girls my cup runneth over!  

Who knows where the time goes?

Then I remember there are some who could never ask-

Taken from this world way to soon.

So I will say, I am glad I could ask the question,

Who knows where the times goes?  

Copyright January  2009

By Dolores M. Miller