In My Eyes

As a young tyke I took field trips with my school class where we were required to bring a brown bag lunch from home. Midway through the day, having explored a fire station, or a bakery, or a potato chip factory, and having eaten the lunch that was packed with loving care by my mother, I couldn’t find it within myself to throw the bag away, not wanting it to be lost so far away from home, knowing it would be happy and safe and secure and infinitely more loved with me.
I still feel that way. That much has not changed, nor will it.