Each passing year the knees bent more slowly...While each year the knees grew more strong ...Each year the hands held more tightly......Each year the fingers grew more long....Each year the memories increase in depth...Each year the remembering ones wept..For the recaptured moments of each year...Each years memories  held so very  close..Where did they go ? AHHH.... Stored in the heart !

sequoyah 1999 for Autumn  Nichole