MEMORIES-by BETTY J. SANDERS

MEMORIES

By: Aunt Betty J. Sanders
10-19-1975

Once upon a time, a long, long time ago
I built a house of rocks and moss
where pretty wild flowers grow.

How I loved my playhouse,
for there I could pretend.
I was waiting for my prince to come,
and then the day would end.

Off to bed I would retire,
there to dream some more.
when I grew up I knew,
I would become a famous star.

As I look back to my childhood,
Innocent, sweet and mild,
my inner self will always know,
what its like to be a child.

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