My granddaughter Aoife picked me a beautiful bunch of bluebells for Mother Mary on this first day of May, Mother Mary’s special month. As she handed them to me I said: ‘Aoife, you mean the world to me’. About to run off on her merry way she stopped for a split second to say: ‘And you mean the world to me too Nan’.
‘It is no small thing, when they who are so fresh from God, love us’. (Charles Dickens)
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