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Thirty-four

by Jem Croucher

On a February day
thirty-four years ago
I remember quite well
the remains of the snow
as on a bright morning
I walked by the sea
so proud of the fact
of no longer ‘to be’
But actually now
a father at last
all those long months of waiting
now finally past
For there on that day
to Sally and me
the gift of a daughter
with our Emily

©Jemverse

Photo – Emily Rose on her 33rd birthday – Jempics

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Posted on February 17, 2021 at 8:27 AM in Jeremy, Photos, Poetry   |  RSS feed |   Reply   |   Trackback URL

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