Now that youth has hurried off,
And we start to lag behind,
I think of the coming years.
Years that belong to both of us,
To travel through, hand in hand.
Precious as gold,
Is how I regard the silver showing in
And the soft wrinkles that show the
Time we've spent
That points to the coming year.
by cindy Prochnow May 2011
My Mother's Day flowers from my son in Army, Matt and his wife Misti