I want to give you something, my child,
for we are drifting in the stream of the world.
Our lives will be carried apart,
and our love forgotten.
But I am not so foolish as to hope that
I could buy your heart with my gifts.

Young is your life, your path long, and
you drink the love we bring you at one draught
and turn and run away from us.
You have your play and your playmates.
What harm is there if you have no time
or thought for us.

We, indeed, have leisure enough in old age
to count the days that are past,
to cherish in our hearts what our
hands have lost for ever.
The river runs swift with a song,
breaking through all barriers.
But the mountain stays and remembers,
and follows her with his love.

(Rabindranath Tagore)

Dear Tannywheeler

A tiny pressie is in the post
From Hull, Hawaii or the Holy Ghost
Music will sing to you
From a special place
Not all JUNK is trash
(with a smile on my face)
In time you will understand
What the Loved Ones bring
With a thrill up your spine
When they sing sing sing
Not for a grandchild
This special treasure
But for YOU, Tannywheeler
forever to treasure!

heh heh heh....

your Secret Santa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!