Occasionally, I flash back to my childhood.
One memory of my Mother - though tucked away in the dusty recesses of my mind - remains the Saintliest!
I recall her lovingly washing my wee body in a basin of sudsy lukewarm water as I splashed about and squealed in delight.
In another precious moment, she cradled me in her arms as she sang a popular tune of the day.
One memory of my Mother - though tucked away in the dusty recesses of my mind - remains the Saintliest!
I recall her lovingly washing my wee body in a basin of sudsy lukewarm water as I splashed about and squealed in delight.
In another precious moment, she cradled me in her arms as she sang a popular tune of the day.
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy, when skies are gray
You'll never know, dear
How much I love you
Please, don't take my sunshine away
The other nite, dear
As I lay sleeping
I dreamed I held you in my arms.
When I awoke, dear
I was mistaken
And I hung my head and cried.
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy, when skies are grey
You'll never know, dear
How much I love you
Please, don't take my sunshine away
The other nite, dear
As I lay sleeping
I dreamed I held you in my arms.
When I awoke, dear
I was mistaken
And I hung my head and cried.
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy, when skies are grey
You'll never know, dear
How much I love you
Please, don't take my sunshine away
To this day, I imagine, she was not only singing out those heartfelt thoughts to me, but also to my dear father, Victor, who had just passed away.
J.M. Barrie once said:
"God gave us memories that we might have roses in December."
J.M. Barrie once said:
"God gave us memories that we might have roses in December."
