Mollie Bawn gets me into so much strife......... Molly Bawn Chronicles.
I just had to play as well.
I am from sewing machines,from Glad and from meditation.
I am from the dust which protects the furniture.
I am from the hot water bottle, from the smell of freshly brewed coffee.
I am from the sunflower always seeking the Sun, and from the Lavender with the sweet perfume that can sooth many a troubled brow.
I am from Christmas.
I am from stubbornness.
I am from Ellen Maude and Albert Edward.
I am from the sore limbs and the temper.
I am from the milkman, from the Gypsies.
I'm from the Sassenachs Country, bread pudding, jelly and custard.
I am from a nice cup of tea, home grown tomatoes, which I can smell right now.
I am from the inebriated soul who tossed the Sunday dinner onto the floor.
I am from the needles of the knitter who kept me in warm clothing.
I am from the sister who gave me pocket money.
I am from memories, pure gold which no-one can ever beg borrow or steal.
I am from the Cosmos... and The Gods, in whateve shape or form, will forgive me, and all will be well in the World.