A Mother’s Keepsake

Memories grown old

By Natalie StoverPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

A tiny footprint,

wrapped in giggles and kisses

filled with all life’s firsts.

love poems

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Natalie Stover

I’m a mother of 5, wife and teacher. I love creating conversations with words. I believe words are powerful things that can inspire action. If you can’t “do”, you can still create action with your words!

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Novel Allenabout a year ago
beautiful.

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Memories grown old

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Natalie Stover

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