my mother’s hand…
so beautifully and instinctively looks for the blooms; the beauty; the heart of another.
as I snapped the photo of the flowers at the market, she was walking and speaking, “look at the beauty”.
I do see the beauty momma! Yes, the flowers are breathtaking, but more than anything, I marvel at your hand in reach, your heart always in motion, your soul aflame with color!
the same hand that soothes, cooks, nurtures and caresses, in one split second becomes goddess-like and leads the way in my world.
I so love you, momma!