When she smelled the end-of-summer breeze and fresh-cut grass, she knew.
So, she said goodbye to summer dresses, to bare feet, to tenderness after sun-kissed days.
And, with open arms, she welcomed wrinkles, age spots, cataract…

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For Three Line Tales, Week Twenty-Four
This feels like a very sad good-bye type poem. You made very good transitions from one stage of life to the other. Have a blessed day.
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Thank you for visiting and commenting.
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You’re welcome. Have a blessed day.
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Same to you.
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🙂 I am glad she welcomed the change with open arms – every stage of life has its beauties. Thanks nelkumi 🙂
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