Tuesday, March 22, 2016


by Cheryl Merrick

Thirty years ago
on a cold March night
our youngest daughter
joined our family.

I remember holding her.
Her beautiful dark hair
framing her face
as she blinked and
calmly looked around.

Now, so many years have past.
Years full of joys and struggles,
of sharing her life,
of watching her grow into a
lovely, competent woman
the age I was that March night;


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