<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=446599" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Women's League Day Care Center</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My early lessons taught, <br>Were delivered...<br>At the Women's League Day Care Center, <br>In Hartford, Connecticut.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I had to have been all of two, <br>Or maybe 3 years old...<br>When I first began the beginning, <br>Of an aware consciousness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I though my mother was giving me away! <br>And I was quick to show everyone, <br>Within listening distance...<br>I didn't like it at all! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember Mrs. Hines! <br>And the wrought iron encased stairsteps, <br>To the dismal West Avon Street joint.<br>Right off of Main Street.<br>A stone's throw...<br>From Bellevue Square.<br>A tenement project, <br>I loved and hated equally.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">OH! <br>I forgot.<br>This is a poem.<br>Not a Declaration of Independence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, <br>Anyway...<br>The Women's League Daycare Center, <br>Was extremely significant in my growth process.<br>I didn't realize it, <br>Until I was well into my 20's...<br>What a gift, my sister Mimmie and I, were given.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gee...<br>That was back in either 1949 or '50! <br>And Mim and her husband AL, <br>Are GRANDPARENTS.<br>You know...<br>My mother 'always' told us, <br>God works in mysterious ways.<br>And to this day, <br>I'd like to know...<br>How my niece, Shayla<br>And my nephew, Landry...<br>My sisters Tammy and Lisa, <br>Get to be...<br>So much 'older' than me? <br>Do we 'not' share the same genes? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">OH! <br>This could go on and on.<br>I feel it! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Dedicated: <br>To the Women's League Day Care Center, <br>a name I knew it as for 'many' years.<br>Located in Hartford, Connecticut.<br>'Probably the first day care center established, <br>in the country. Who knows? I'm a writer/poet...<br>not an historian. <br>Although, I'm beginning to feel like a dinosaur.<br>A youthful one, I might add.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">~lsp~</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lawrence+S.+Pertillar">Lawrence S. Pertillar</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=446599" data-title="Women's League Day Care Center de Lawrence S. Pertillar" data-description="My early lessons taught, Were delivered... At the Women's League Day Care Center, In Hartford, Connecticut. I had to have been all of two, Or maybe 3 years old... When I first began the beginning, Of an aware consciousness. I though my mothe..."></div> </div> </div>

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