Clasping hands,
smelling the honeysuckle
on a country road,
admiring a tree
magnificently gnarled,
I'm with my friend.
She's quick to cry;
sympathy without boundaries,
and generous passion,
Her soul belongs to beauty.
She's a mother.
Four children;
a husband;
cats,
and a dog;
Messes multitudinous.
She laughs
in spite of it all.
She's our mother.
We love her.
Peter Falkenberg Brown is passionate about writing, publishing and public speaking. He hopes that someday he can live up to his favorite motto: “Expressing God’s white-hot, transcendent love in all directions, every second of every day, creates an infinitely expanding sphere of heart.”
