Sunday, May 8, 2016
Not an Ode but To Mother
She was an educator and a painter; a singer and believed deeply in God. She had a wide soul and a heart that spattered my mind with true kindness and love. My mother had lost dreams that life stole over its short length. Her children spent her beauty like coins in a gumball machine. She didn't mind because she was a mother and mother's willingly give their dreams so their children can rise like feathers floating in a beach wind.