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Saturday, February 13, 2010

A Valentine for Gentle Readers

When I was a little girl, my Grandma Leda had this sweet poem in a old-fashioned frame in her powder room, and I used to ponder it when I would go sit and "powder my nose" for a spell. At the tender age of 6, I'm not sure I had any friends that could be considered "old" and it has taken on more meaning over time.

I am so grateful for the blessing of my friends, both silver and gold, and so if you did not receive a tangible Valentine, dear Friend, this one is for you. Happy Valentine's Day!

1 comment:

  1. Lovely, thank you. We sang this as a song when I helped at English camp in China. Imagine a room full of chinese kids singing this--complete with common mispronunciations. It was delightful.