Feb 6, 2009

I love my mother.
The pansy is her favorite flower and for good reason.
She is delicate and fragile, a real woman
with a gentle hand and kind heart.
But in the dead of winter I have personally seen
a fragile pansy peek it's little head through the snow.
My mother is the same way. When things look cold and
dreary, she steps in and shows her true colors.
She's an inspiration to me.

5 comments:

  1. Nothing can compare to the love we innately feel for our mothers. Or to their love for us. Good post.

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  2. Beautiful and sentimental, Christine!

    Nichole

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  3. Again, you blogged about my intended blog! lol How do you do that? You are blessed to have such a mother.

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  4. Beautiful, as usual. Precious, visual images came to my mind.

    Hazel

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  5. What a wonderful description. I love it!

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