In a land where rain is ever so prominent
The sky... Endlessly over-cast
and drenching the earth
with endless sorrow...
You. My dear.
Are the tallest tree
with the thickest canopy
and the strongest trunk,
yet not lined with age.
but creased with ageless wisdom
your canopy – of vivid waxy leaves
colors coming, in all hue -
shelters the forest below
from the thick salty tears of
the skies above.
You shine – with the brightness
of the blue sun
Bringing warmth to every
creature
animal
tree
your bare hands... touch.
You. My dear.
Are a wonderful woman.
With the sweetest nature.
I am so glad to know you.
And on Mother's day
You are a Mother to me.
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Theresa
a good piece here to bring smiles of love fluttering 
