Becoming A Woman of Excellence; An excellent wife, who can find? For her worth is far above jewels.

When My Mother Tucked Me In

Oh, the quaint and curious carving
On the posts of that old bed !
There were long - beacked,
queer old griffins
Wearing crowns upon their head;
And they fiercly looked down on me
With a cold, sardonic, grin;
I was not afraid of griffins
When my mother tucked me in.

What cared I for dismal shadows
Shifting up and down the floor,
Or the bleak and gruesome wind gusts
Beating against the close-shut door,
Or the rattling of the windows,
All the outside noise and din?
I was safe and warm and happy
When my mother tucked me in.

Sweet and soft her gentle fingers,
As they touched my sunburn face
Sweet to me the wafted odor
That enwrapped her dainty lace.
Then a part or two at parting,
And a good night kiss between
All my troubles were forgotten
When my mother tucked me in.

Now the stricken years have borne me
Far away from love & home;

Ah ! No mother leans above me

In the nights that go and come.

But it gives me peace and comfort 

When my heart is sore within,

Just to lie right still and dreaming

Think my mother tucked me in....

O the gentle, gentle breathing 

To her dear heart's softer beat

And the quiet, quiet moving

Of her soft-shod, willing feet !

And Time one boon I ask thee

Whatsoever may be my sin,

When I'm dying let me see her

As she used to tuck me in...
~Betty Garland~

                                                         With Love Jasmina

                                                   And A little something from Bocelli 

                                                     to comfort my deep longing for Home 

                                                 somewhere by the Beautiful Mediterranean sea.