Map of My Heart

I am a sentimental fool.  I have a map which is worth more to me than any pirate's treasure map because it is a map of my old hometown where I was born and spent my childhood.  It is yellowed and tattered and has followed me from city to city and country to country.

On this map, you can see the street where I lived and a little square box shows my old public school.  When I look at it, memories of sun drenched days, kookaburras laughing in the gum trees, walks down to the river that flowed endlessly into the ocean and, above all, my mother’s voice calling me in to dinner, fills my mind, makes my heart squeeze tight and quick tears spring to my eyes.  I keep it with other little things such as glimmering shells and mother-of-pearl buttons lovely enough for a mermaid princess’ dress as they remind me of that faraway land and time.  This map of my heart.

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