When I meet me again
I will know me by my smile
and the glint in my eye
as I look at myself.
No matter the hair nor the clothing.
Old goes, new comes
but I will remain true
to who I was
and what I loved.
It will be me I see
whole and free.
FLOW
When I Meet Me
floweralley 
a lovely poem Flow, of acceptance and joy; love the kid photos too 🙂
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I am the blond
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ah, I’ll have another look 🙂
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Beautiful as ever!
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Thank you friend.
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Adorable picture. And wonderful poem of homecoming.
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Thank you Rebecca.
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So cute!
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Thank you Eliza
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Lovely sentiments
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Thanks Knight
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