Time it moves so quickly now
It seems like yesterday
I was just a little girl
With toys and dolls I played

Years of memories gathered here
They fill my treasure chest
For every dream I ever had
I've done my very best

Now I am a woman grown
With children of my own
Always find a way to play
I need this chance to roam

Always take this special time
When I can run away
Have a tea party with my child
Such fun my yesterday

Come and sit and talk to me
So nice that you dropped by
I'll pour a cup of tea for you
Our memories will fly

See the portrait on the wall
My heart is still the same
Years may come and they will go
My youth it shall remain.

~ Francine Pucillo ~

ęCopyright 2002





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