Vackra ord
En liten dikt vi föräldrar fick av pumans fröken. Så vackra, och träffande, ord, som får mig att gråta igen och igen.
I´ve worked with your little flower,
And helped it to grow,
Im returning it now,
But I want you to know....
This flower is precious,
A bright new bloom,
With every day,
It grew and blossomed
In such a wonderful way.
In September just a bud,
January a bloom,
Now a lovely blossom
Im returning in June.
Remember this flower,
As dear as can be,
Though rightfully yours,
Part will always belong to me!
♥ Underbara Mrs. K, vad vi kommer sakna dig nästa år!♥
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