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…

Waiting on Lennon Jane

  Dearest little Lennon Jane, It looks like today will be the day we get to see your sweet face. Knowing you will arrive makes me look around and think about what’s right in the world and what really matters. I want the best for you. “Love matters”, that’s the phrase that seems to surface…