from the mouth of babes . . .

beside my bed, sits a tiny, handmade wooden music box

it is very precious to me, a present from my dear grandad

and sometimes when it catches my eye it reminds me . .

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of one wintry evening, many, many long years ago

as i sat mulling & going over so many silly bits & pieces

(i have oft been a bit more of a worrier than i would prefer)

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my wee boy, cuddled on my knee, softly whispered in my ear

" find a little teeny box in the corner of your mind mommy,

put all your worries inside and they won't bother you there!"

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so, i imagined a little box, i carefully opened the lid,

i put those worries inside, i turned the tiny key

i forgot all about them, for a little while

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the next time i took those worries out,

they were not half as bad as i had first imagined

my wee man - he had been so very right

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i still use that imaginary little box, with its tiny key

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Children say the most wonderful things, don't they?

Do you have any tales to tell from . . . . the mouth of babes.