tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129064848004232361.post7439355313191024786..comments2023-09-18T21:43:47.885-07:00Comments on Remains of the Day: MomentousAndreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14748454816480995214noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129064848004232361.post-24653595989737807922015-06-06T06:22:19.954-07:002015-06-06T06:22:19.954-07:00Thanks, Autumn! And it's those not-so-cute fir...Thanks, Autumn! And it's those not-so-cute firsts I'm worried about!!Andreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14748454816480995214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129064848004232361.post-73372694930023034562015-06-06T01:42:49.617-07:002015-06-06T01:42:49.617-07:00beautifully put and sweetly captured in your poem....beautifully put and sweetly captured in your poem.<br /><br />yes, lasts are bitter-sweet, especially so because as you say, we don't know they are at the time. but still, so many, many firsts into teen years and then adulthood. it's just those firsts aren't as cute lolAutumnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13605086016726488440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129064848004232361.post-47762364770536300732015-06-05T12:53:54.371-07:002015-06-05T12:53:54.371-07:00Thanks, Lee!Thanks, Lee!Andreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14748454816480995214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129064848004232361.post-59741368350774810322015-06-05T12:22:05.251-07:002015-06-05T12:22:05.251-07:00Lovely poem; lovely sentiment, as usual.Lovely poem; lovely sentiment, as usual.Lee Robertshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12156538814085987505noreply@blogger.com