Following, is a true treat for any parent.
My favorite youngest child wrote a poem for her mother, as a gift for Christmas. I received a more practical, yet equally thoughtful gift from her – a pack of cushion soled socks – they cushion both my soul, and my feet, and I have my stock replenished each Christmas, by my choice.
Without further delay, here is Julia’s hand written poem, reproduced faithfully, un-embellished, and true.
From my mum
I have learnt
so many things,
how to bake and,
how to sew
so many things
others don’t know
but most of all
I have learnt to
Survive amist
this aphotic world
Not with Hate
Not with avarice
But with kindness
That comes from
the Heart.
Does a parent’s pride ever bow before reality? #thought
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) December 8, 2012
Does a parent’s pride ever bow before reality? #thought
With a child as wonderful as Julia is, there is no need, for her words are closer to reality, than my own.