~  Merci     Tussie  Mussie   Parfumer~

                       The chill to the moors has come from the north winds
                                Brewing of a plum spice tea fills the air
                           Wrapped in a colorful couette  finding warmth
                                           On a cooler day to spring


                        Ah, the children, nine with precious Grace in my arms
                       To the children's delight of sitting by the fireplace hearth
                          Cuddled  in a circle telling stories of the day to fun
                                      Soon will be in their rooms sharing

Logs to fireplace on the third floor
Embers glowing, warm till mornings light
Laying Grace  in her carved delicate cradle
To the window fastening the shutters
A spring of new arrival onto a wind swirl of  snow


Tussie Mussie grand/'mere hands of tedious hours
Adorn each room for a smile comes to the placement
The children love to touch and sniff the scents
Provence Lavender essence


The armoire of maghony lives in the library
Literary writers books of poetry and lore
Childrens books of Fairytales, edges worn
Tales of enchantment by the hearth of the library grand


Inside the armorie are drawers hidden compartments
You may open the the drawers
A silk lavender ribbon tied round a poetry book
Parfumer bottles lovely glass stoppers a tiny finger high


Grand/'mere gave Grace an heirloom of Bijoux embelished
To the children all treasures too Grand'mere's armoire

To the delight of the children
French whimsy's ambiance and flow


Tea pot is whistling all nine children delight in a spring day
Peach and apricot tea brewed Grace eyes open bright to their smiles
To sweet pastries breakfast table layed in the nook
Wonderful filling my home with warmth, love Merci
grand/'mere for your grace.




Merci  Tussie Mussie  Parfumer
13September2010(c)
Mary Ann Biddinger