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I once had a book dating from about 1920 called a Golden Treasury of Children's verse or similar, and one powm I would really love to find
I think it was called the Third Birthday.
Three candles on the, bedecked with rosemary and bay, her hand in mine as we cut the cake, , , , ,
But she and me, and candles three will never be three again.
the words are not quite in order but it is a sad but lovely poem about how quickly children grow.
any help gratefully recieved