If I were a writer, I would have this to write to you:
Whatever happened to one, two and three,
when I held you in my arms
and bounced you on my knee?
And when did four, five and six
slip by
when I pushed you on the swing,
and you said, "push me high!"?
Now I do remember
remember seven,
but before I know it
you will be eleven!
I love you Penn Lennon Smith!
Love,
Grandma Jeanne
Sunday, November 20, 2011
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