A FLEETING MEMORY December 2, 2014Susanne Leist Those precious words, “Mommy, pick me up.” Who hasn’t heard them? The young voice. The little squeak of pleasure once you bend down. The happy little face gazing up at you. Remember it. Enjoy it. Savor it. For soon it will only be a fleeting memory. Share this:The Dead GameTwitterTumblrLinkedInRedditFacebookPinterestWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Related
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