Howling Wolf

Howling Wolf

Monday, February 28, 2011

Mom

                                     You are the warm caress of the sun on my cheeks.
                                     You are the cool rain on a humid day.
                                     You are the fluttering butterfly that brings a smile to my face.

                                     I know you are not here in this place, hindered by this small
                                     space. 
                                     You are finally free with the Lord to be.
                                     And you will always be a wonderful memory to me, in all
                                     earthly beauty I see.

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