my mother’s hand

  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…

We were each other’s world

We were each other’s world, you and I.  My newly christened mom-hands and your chubby baby face and inquisitive eyes made the perfect combination as we tackled the world together.  And as your world grew, so did mine. I ventured to places quite unknown and relish every time you brought me along and let me…