a box...of...??...sincere care.

how lucky can one be

looking at the arrival of more gifts...i can see

that caring stars shine down on me

when at this Christmas box... i look with glee .

the feather of a vulturine guinea fowl, a reminder, a smile does raise...

walks in nature, the spending of days.

sucker punch....the heroine...her world desirous of idealistic worldly values 

no fear to face the undesirous...no place for '...shall you's ..."

Dvorak...now what can i say

 than lose myself in what does play...far away...

where a cellist knew my mind to capture 

of many a theatre visit...the last chapter.

'The Lilliput Annual" a 1941 publication

much tears did raise, a reminder of many a special occasion

where the company so dear and giving

my fantastical imaginings to enliven with a patience, always willing .

and then...the gift that took my breath away

unexpected such a treasure on my heart strings did play...

a tiny collection of little reads

that planted many ideas many seeds....

to say thank falls very short

for every gift...i know...took much thought

and thus i know  much love and care

in this box of gifts...u wished to share.

...for u... quoted from one of the little books...

"The Lover's Garland."

called...

TRUE LOVE.

True love's the gift that God has given

To man alone beneath the heaven.

It is not fantasy's hot fire,

Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly;

It liveth not in fierce desire,

With dead desire it doth not die:

It is the secret sympathy,

the silver link, the silken tie,

which heart to heart, and mind to mind,

In body and in soul can bind

Sir Walter Scott.

Blessings.

RB.