TO LUTIE (BLACKWELL) YATES--WITH LOVE 

Among my Christmas cards today, 
Dear Chum, I found the one from you. 
I quickly looked inside to find 
The little note you'd tucked in,

too. How sweet it is as each year ends 
To know our love has bridged the miles 
And kept us close through memories 
Of other days, our tears and smiles.

I hold your Christmas card and dream. 
It seems our hands are clasped once more; 
We're walking in the same old paths 
As we often did in days of yore. 

I think of friends we used to know, 
Our school, our girlhood days together, 
The hills where {flowers grew in Spring,
Or snow clad in the wintry weather. 

Some folks would say we're growing old 
But who grows old with memories sweet 
That we may just unfold at will 
And find there treasures so complete?

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