Now Christmas morning I awoke and jumped right out of bed, I danced a silly dance and pulled my dress over my head. Excitement filled my insides playing with my heart , what has Santa brought me a doll , a dress a cart .There in the corner sat a box wrapped in delight , grabbing  it I screamed and turned off my bedroom light . Music from the kitchen,  perfume in the air , too the left I look , and see my brother in his chair. Daddy sure looks happy what’s that in his hand , the key ring that I bought wrapped in a yellow band. Left with confusion, my hands begin to shake , who is that old lady I can see from far away , was that  a memory from somewhere in my past  and now all I have left to hold is a picture wrapped in glass.

Delicately as the raindrops fall on a summers evening, somewhere in the world a lonely heart is beating, tears for a loved one , memories from the past , placed safely in our hearts until the question’s  asked ! Close your eyes and dance through time to a mother’s magic smile or when cross words or spoken and a child’s in denial! Cross the days to that special place where mummy held you tight and always remember she is your guiding light .

A man who tells the tales of life is better in his mother’s eyes ..mistakes ,moments and regrets are lessons that the wise express .. a baby in his mother’s arms escapes and grows with all his charms ..and for wisdom , grace and solitude the price most pay is with their youth ..  what is the lesson some may ask !  The answer ! lies behind the mask ...