My Night Light

Gotta kiss my pillow tonight,
Have to hold it kinda tight.
I'm still feeling some of that fright.
I'll be fine after I reach for that light.

Pops Trains

My Father really knew his stuff when it came to things he could build.  He loved trains and each year he'd set up his layout. For me there was nothing like watching him from night to night as his world of Christmas would come together.  It'd take about a week but bit by bit it would appear in our living room.
  My favorite thing was to immerse myself in a place where everything was me and how I could be small enough to ride through the countryside.
 At night, with the lights out, I would go underneath the train board and watch the train make it's way behind all those mountains. Each house and all the street lights would be lit too. Even the moon had it's own light. The entire inside of the mountains would glow with light.
  In that darkened secluded corner next to the French doors I would sit on a small chair that my grandmother brought from Italy.  My mom always knew where I was when the trains were running and that I had the chair but she still had to bust my chops, "You better not break that chair!" She'd laugh.
I can still hear my dad saying to my mom, "Ancora with that chair!!! Leave him alone!"

In Love With Love

I just remembered something about my very young and naive self and what I'd do when I would come across a flower with petals, like a daisy.
I remember seeing in the movies and cartoons the idea of, "she loves me, she loves me not" and so on till you got to the last petal and your destiny was known.
I never actually had any particular girl in mind but it sure would be nice to have one that loved me. I got the whole concept worked out by counting all the petals before picking them off the flower. It was a perfect plan.
Actually girls would go out of their way to avoid me, but whenever I would encounter such a little flower I would give it my best shot because, as I would think, you never know... when a really nice girl came along I would have a better chance if all my,"love me, love me not" flowers were in my favor.
I can't believe this childhood reminder woke me up tonight.
I guess one could call this, "Being in love with... love me, love me not... love."