I just smile reading this message. Wilma said coloring is a calming past-time. Wilma’s son, Gene Snyder, died at the age of 39. His poetry touched my heart. Wilma said he wrote for many people, a free-lanced writer.
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What an unexpected gift – the best kind. There’s so much in this post about enjoying life, and how brief it is … and the magic of childhood. Gene’s poem captures it so well. He was right. It’s ever the more poignant, knowing how young he was when he died.
Kindness, the key to happiness. Like they say, you never know the impact of a kind word, look, gesture. This warmed my heart and I know it did yours. I love that poem!
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What an unexpected gift – the best kind. There’s so much in this post about enjoying life, and how brief it is … and the magic of childhood. Gene’s poem captures it so well. He was right. It’s ever the more poignant, knowing how young he was when he died.
Kindness, the key to happiness. Like they say, you never know the impact of a kind word, look, gesture. This warmed my heart and I know it did yours. I love that poem!
Love this, Mary Helen! The story behind the story two fold or maybe three!
How wonderful!
I love the unique nature of this post!