Good evening all. The showers have stopped. A brighter evening ahead.
All the grandchildren are now on six weeks school holiday. They all move up one year next term.
Before that we are now hearing -------- (I know have posted this before, but ---)
Can I Sleep At Grandma's Today?
Mom, can I sleep at Grandma's today?
I heard on the bus this morning.....
When I managed to turn around to see the child, that made me go back to the past with one sentence...
She was no longer within my reach.
I travelled far...
When did time go by and make us adults full of boring priorities?
We fight everyday for something that we don't know if it's what we really want.
When in fact Grandma's house is what everyone would need to be happy.
Grandma's house is where the hands on the clock take a vacation with us and spend the minutes unhurriedly arriving.
Grandma's house is where simple pasta and homemade bread get different flavours. Delicious...
Grandma's house is where an innocent afternoon can last for an eternity of games and fantasies.
Grandma's house is where cupboards hide clothes and mysterious tools.
Grandma's house is where closed boxes become chests of secret treasures, ready to be unveiled.
Grandma's house is where toys rarely come ready. They are invented on the spot.
Grandma's house, everything is mysteriously possible. Magic happens and without worries.
Grandma's house is where we find the remains of our parents' childhood and the beginning of our lives.
Grandma's house, on the inside, is the address of our deepest affection, where everything is allowed.
That luxury no longer belongs to me, unfortunately. It will live with me only in memories.
Even so, if I could place an order now.... any order of all orders in the world, I would order the same thing....
Can I sleep at Grandma's today?