“When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy’. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life.” John Lennon
This poem is a favorite as it reminds me of the times my mother and I would walk at night through snow covered streets. The quiet and stillness -and we would talk about the homes that seem so inviting.