My mother
My mother was a beautiful woman, both inside and out. Strong and sensitive, she possessed a mesmerizing combination of natural wisdom and innate innocence that captivated all who knew her. She had suffered, but in her eyes, when she smiled, there were no shadows to mark hidden regrets or past resentments. She had buried all unpleasant things deep inside and all she showed, when she talked, when she did something, anything, were the positive results of lessons learned. I know that when she came... Sign in to see full entry.