She was the universe my needy life then knew...

Home and flower garden in La Roche-sur-Yon, France.


She was the universe my needy life then knew;

She opened windows in my tiny heart and mind.


All living worlds lay veiled then in mist and shadow, 

but she spoke colors for the birds, and clouds, and trees.


My heart drew reason from her sense of things

in words I wouldn’t have—had Mom not loved me first.

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  1. Beautiful. -aen

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  2. Your writings are so beautifully crafted and elicit deep emotions. Thank you!

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