I remember.....that little black haired doll all dressed in white with great big eyes taking in all sights. She was so familiar and dainty as can be. She loved to read books and playtime with me. Creativity was her middle name, and once on a Wednesday, (Relief Society Presidency Meeting) she made it rain,
With wheat from the buckets, little handfuls she took and threw them in the air ......a wheat storm she cooked.
She was not alone, but with little friends in hand - they brewed up a storm - it sure was grand!
Food storage in the basement was never the same, probably some kernels on
the floor still remain.
Also, little writings on the wall she just couldn't restrain,
With crayon, or markers they all left their stain.
She was proud of her work, a great artist she thought:
I'm just practicing now with the talent I've got.
No matter what scribbling she left on the walls,
Its the mark on our souls, we remember most-of-all.
She never grew tall, but a giant she became -
By leaving her mark on our hearts - we'll never be the same. (sane?)
So on this day of birth (April 8, 1971) we all join in -
And express our gratitude for you being our kin!!!!!!!
Happy Birthday dear Tamara Lee Tolman Tran!!!!! You are loved.
