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By Lydia VandeWege


I never knew I would leave it forever

My pale pink baby blanket

Curled up on my bed


Never knew I would never see him again

That warm summer afternoon

When I last stroked his stripped fur; last listened to his contended purr


I did not know it would be the last time I would see her

Standing at the window with a smile on her face

Grey hair curled


I guess I took them for granted

Thought life would be this way forever

Never changing, constant, unvarying


Now I am older

I know life wonít stop for me

I canít leave without saying good-by