My Muse

I could wait for my daughter to grow up. As a child she s so sharp and took charge. People at my job would often refer to her as my mother, because she cared so much.

Here we are in Sweden. Every November we get out our winter ware and take a trip where ever we fancy. She will get the trips and I would pay for the hotels. My travelling companion once on the move never stops. I am so enthralled by the ease in which she negotiates the buses, trains and find ways to see the countries.

This year because of my treatments we have to plan carefully. I know she will do a good job as she has always done. Seeing her in action, her mind always going gives me great joy and fills my heart with pride.

There goes my muse and a better one I cannot find.


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