My Mother often spoke of Malta during my childhood years. Her mother was born there. Now 77 years old, my Mother has always longed to go home to her roots. A dream she has had for so many years. How I wish I could take here there. Today...I have. I have arrived in Malta...through cyberspace in time...I have so much to tell her. What's the weather tomorrow my dear? For I can tell you now my dear Mother...the sun will shine and it has...forever now...for I have been there.Look at the sights...see there Mom? Isn't it lovely. And there Mom look at that how exquisite. And my Mother she sighs in disbelief...still trying to catch up with her hearts beat...as the images before her...melt the ice...of dreams never thought to come true.
I can take you there Mother...to that dear little place nestled in the Mediterranean Sea. Let me carry you there. Let your dreams unfold before you. For though you may need my shoulder to lean on...I am there with you in your dreams.
No road lest traveled...till a heart has returned home...to walk the roads of one's Mother...her steps however far left behind.
Truly this has been a magical experience for me...and shortly my dear Mother's eyes will light up in glee. How wonderful it is to be Maltese.
With much love and appreciation for providing me and my Mother finally...
our magical tour through Malta.
Forever grateful,
Sincerely,