“Dear Papa, the oldest one,” the grand-daughter named Evelyn spoke.

“Your heart leaps as a youngster but your hair is white;

and therein I see something very youthful.

What do other’s my age think or say? Is this correct

or an aberration of adoration and love?”

“When I was younger,” said Papa, “than you I knew the things that could

muddle the mind and confuse the brain to think age has

anything to do with love or magic. To otherwise do,

I feared it would injure my brain.”

Evelyn thought as a young girl might.

“You look old but are not.” said this youth.

“because i shook the shack of a shilling box. I would

sell you some but you are mine heart.”

“How favorite, this thing papa.”

Said her papa: “never forget the magic of a heart!”

:: 04.16.2024 ::