hand-in-hand,we traipse this land,passing by trees, and foliageas we glide,together, one stepin front of the other… we holdwithin our heartsa special placefor our mother, and look upwith adoration,a sense of satisfaction,and the most gentle elation as the light cascades softlyoff the trees,through the glade,and in front of me, and I see,and feel free… as the […]

oh, how deeply I love her…