Jasmine's Place Issue No. 4 - March/April 2013 | Page 35

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With only one day, how could I
replay, all those years that have
gone so fast?
I couldn't, as it isn't life's way, and
the present, can't return to the
past.
But the things in our hearts we seek
God for, He reveals in a certain way,
After reading His Word, and
thinking of my children, I continued
on to pray.
Lord, allow me a dream, some night
to come, a memory of years ago,
A dream of what my children were
like, and how I loved them so.
Let me feel their soft skin, their
sweet kisses and voices so very
near,
A dream that will let me see the
faces that I've loved throughout the
years.
Day after day, so busy with our little
ones, how could we begin to know?
That time would slip away from us,
and how fast the years would go.
Perhaps in a dream, or in a special
way, God will allow me to hear,
Those little voices of my grown
children that will always be so dear.
© Diane Dean White 2004
Diane is the author of Beach Walks and Carolina in
the Morning, a former newspaper reporter, and
weekly magazine columnist whose stories have
appeared in a number of books, magazines and other
publications and anthologies. She is a member of
ACFW, and resides in Florida with her husband of
forty years. They have three grown children and
three grandchildren. You can read more of Diane's
writing on her website: www.DianeDeanWhite.com

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