how I felt awaiting the arrival of my first Grandchild.
TO ABIGAIL  b 27.11.98
CROCUS NOR SNOWDROP NEXT YEAR DARE NOT VENTURE, THEY'D WAIT FOR A REASON 'TO BE' DELAYING THE DAYS THEY WERE DESTINED TO SHOW THEIR ELEGANT BEAUTY TO ME. 
                     AND  SONGBIRDS THEIR MESSAGE WOULD CARRY SO SWIFTLY
  TO  WHISPERING TREES  DARK AND OLD, TELLING NATURE "YOU STAY...
               HOLD YOUR BREATH AND DELAY... TIL NOVEMBER TURNS  WINTER TO GOLD". 
                
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