The lamp is burning low upon my table top
the snow is softly falling
The air is still within the silence of my room
I hear your voice softly calling
'Mom, could you give me a lift to the dress rehearsal this evening?' Sam called from her bedroom as she was getting changed.
'For sure, I can,' her Mom popped her head around the door. 'But aren't you going with Matt?'
'Nope,' Sam replied.
'Oh dear me, what's happened? You two were getting along so well!' her Mom said.
'Nothing. Just not talking anymore,' Sam answered.
Her Mom came over and gave her a hug. 'I'm sorry my girl. I did always hope that you'd be friends, as I get on with Jenny so well. Can I make you some tea?'
'Yes please,' Sam said. 'I'll come through to the kitchen just now.'
Song extract from "A Winter's Night"
