Cue 25:  Childhood memories 

Papa’s Return

            My earliest memories are of Naneth standing at the door to the small house in which we lived, shining with anticipation, her hair contained in a bejeweled net and a shawl about her shoulders, listening to my father’s song as he returned to us at the end of a patrol.  And there were my father’s elaborately decorated riding boots, which seemed so tall to me, barely two years old.  I would cling to them ere he swung me to his shoulder, holding me with one arm and my mother with the other.  How Naneth would rejoice to have him home!