i told my family not to get me
anything for mother's day...and i
awoke this morning to find this on my computer...
this is from my fifteen year young daughter...who has wisdom beyond her years...
she has incorporated all things that she knows are special to my very soul...
and my mom's soul as well...this is for you too tilda.
the definition of home
a cool summer morning
a coffee cup near
the birds belt their songs
the people stop and hear
under the shade of a long aged tree
favorite chairs of the ones who use to be
a pudding stone as a favorite rock
flowers that bloom at four o'clock
a big red barn with a climbing tree in front
a happy yellow dog always on the hunt
a dusty road that leads to home
a wind chime singing from the wind blown
a magical porch with magical ways
a chocolate cake made with mayonnaise
clothes on the line flow in the breeze
a comfy back yard that nobody sees.
a place called home to a country girl
who moved from the city, and now sees the world
a cozy little town with so much love
we're all so blessed with our gift from above.
~sarah christine 2009
the greatest gift given
is the day
you find out
that they were listening...
Happy Mother's Day