wherein lies humor that, sometimes, only she understands
A voracious appetite for learning, information, facts
Never quits
A knowledge of self
A knowledge of her strength
A mind that weaves tales of elaborate details,
seeing all in bright colors,
smelling every scent,
hearing the pin drop
Small hands that can hold the world at bay
Generous heart
Kind soul
Laughing
Loving
Embracing
Walking with Angels
Believing, ever believing
My Mother's Gift to this world...
HerSelf
And what a beautiful gift, indeed
(C)akm 4/4/08
2 comments:
Oh very nice ode to your mom, you look like her.
Thanks, C. That, actually, is a very common remark we hear.
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