16 Aug 2015 17 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: grandsons, memories, Newbie, shoes, sons
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Shoes to grow in to
Fill these shoes, you can.
Seeing your shoes
And daddy’s too
Makes me wonder
What will you do
When you grow and
Begin to venture yonder.
You will see the world
Through eyes of wonder.
OH! my darling Newbie boy
You bring me so much joy.
If we were having coffee , every Sunday
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Aug 16, 2015 @ 15:33:16
awww coooteee
Aug 16, 2015 @ 15:41:19
They are you just wait 🙂
Aug 16, 2015 @ 17:05:15
Ahhh, the Quercus phellos. The Willow Oak grows from a small acorn to a huge tree 20-30 meters tall (98 feet). Indeed a fine pair of specimens of the shoes of the acorn and the tree I would say you have there. 😀
Aug 16, 2015 @ 17:31:28
Thank you Paul my beautiful Boys!!
Aug 16, 2015 @ 18:28:26
Your pride and love for the fillers’ of both pair of shoes clearly shines through this poetic tribute to them, Willow. I enjoyed it. Your creation touched me.
Aug 16, 2015 @ 18:32:59
Thank you Russ emotion and love wrote this poem. I am glad you enjoyed it. I loved being able to write. I am honoured that you saw fit to comment. xx
Aug 17, 2015 @ 06:44:30
Save both the poem and the picture….
Make a memory book
Aug 17, 2015 @ 06:53:12
I most certainly will saving all the memories and I am taking your advice.<3
Aug 18, 2015 @ 13:17:54
❤
Aug 18, 2015 @ 13:24:09
❤ ❤
Aug 19, 2015 @ 09:15:35
Lovely….
Aug 19, 2015 @ 11:45:32
Thank you 🙂
Aug 20, 2015 @ 15:05:57
I love this! Oh so sweet!
Aug 20, 2015 @ 15:07:02
Thank you so much, the shoes belong to my son and his son! ❤
Aug 20, 2015 @ 15:10:24
awwe that is all I can say so sweet! Amazing
Aug 20, 2015 @ 15:34:46
It is amazing, our first grandchild ….so many emotions.
Aug 20, 2015 @ 15:47:23
Yes I am sure!