My Personal Blog

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.