She pulled out a big tupperware box full of keepsakes. It held old cards,letters and special newspaper clippings.
I found this written on a piece of paper…
A poem written by my father for me on my 20th birthday.
Years ago I fell in love
With a woman much like you.
Flowing hair and bluesh eyes
She had your smile too.
I thought that she would always be
The only one of her kind.
That no one else could ever compare…
No one else I’d find.
And so I married this dear maid,
And took her to my home,
Twenty years have come and gone,
Our little girl has grown.
So much like a princess,
A holy work of grace,
My compliment on this, your birthday,
You have your Mother’s face!
I love you Jennifer – Dad 7/7/97