a poem or something...

Motherhood by a mother

I see my life as a simple offering, more often felt than recognized.

Like the bend in the lane; the sun in the trees;

the green in the moss; the soft in the breeze.

I see myself genlty, gracefully, joyfully unfolding in every situation.

I am gentle and joyful and kind through and through.

I am listening and lauging and lifting and true.

Comments

[Cat Charissage]

This is lovely!