A flower’s bloom; an eagle’s flight
The fragrance of a rose
The way that from a tiny seed
That lovely flower grows.
It too can be a growing child,
A sparkle in the eyes
Of infants learning how to walk
Then reaching for blue skies.
It is a feeling that’s within
We get when we « reach out… »
To find another piece of us
We can’t become without.
A tender touch from one we love,
A mother’s warm embrace,
A welcome smile and tears of joy
Like diamonds on a face.
The drink of water from a stream
And breathing in fresh air.
Our ‘Mother’s’ other gifts to us
For showing that we care.
When hit by tragedy
That seemed to leave a void inside
We felt we could not flee.
Since we find « beauty… in the eye… »
I could list many more.
But all will have the same effect;
It makes our spirit soar.
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