The Gift by Glena M. Waterhouse
I have a present for you
It doesn't need silver wrappings
Or pink and blue bows.
This is a gift beyond all gifts,
And if you accept,
I'll know that you too, love me, as I do you.
I hope you'll keep it for a lifetime,
And I pray you'll always be mine.
The gift is...
..........The gift of Love.
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Glena Waterhouse
I was raised as an "Army Brat," having lived all over the world and the USA. Although I quit high school twice, my dream was always to teach. I received my high school diploma in 1980 and began my journey to Masters Degree in Education in 1993. I graduated Cuma Sum Laude from Hussion College in 1997 and received my MBA and MBE in 2000 from the University of Southern New Hampshire. I taught college for fifteen years and now teach at a private Christian school in Buxton, ME.
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