Let's Play Libraries

When I was a child there were three jobs I wanted. In no particular order they were:

1. Stationery shop owner
2. Shoe shop owner
3. Librarian

AS it turns out in some mis-matched jumbled way, a journalist who has a weakness for shoes sort of hits the spot.

It also meant that as a child I spent most of my spare time doing the following:

1. Writing stories
2. Dressing up in my mum's shoes
3. Playing libraries

My youngest son has inherited just one of those spare-time activities. Thankfully it's not the dressing up in mum's shoes. No, it's playing libraries.
After church the stall was set.
I had to keep going out of one door and through another with my pile of books.
We play the old fashioned way (can't you see my influence) we have a ticket in each book. No (boring) fast swipe card for us.

Happy Days.

Mamma Mia

Slipping Through My Fingers

Schoolbag in hand
She leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye
With an absent-minded smile
I watch her go
With a surge of that well-known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while
The feeling that I'm losing her forever
And without really entering her world
I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sleep in our eyes
Her and me at the breakfast table
Barely awake
I let precious time go by
Then when she's gone
There's that odd melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt
I can't deny
What happened to the wonderful adventures
The places I had planned for us to go
Well some of that we did
But most we didn't
And why I just don't know

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time


Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers -


Schoolbag in hand
She leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile