By: Ardis E. Parshall - October 25, 2018 Mother’s Scrapbook By Ida R. Allredge I was too busy and too carefree then,And she, too patient far to reprimand.In comradery, she sought to understand;The years slipped by and she was laid to rest.Oh, how I longed to counsel with her then,Her arms around, my head upon her breast,To feel her calm assurance once again. One day I found her scrapbook, worn with age,And hungrily I scanned each finge...
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