My mother’s eyes are ever with me…I am kept safe and strong in their light…in their tenderness and anger, their wisdom and their passion, their hope and charity and nostalgia and regret.
I am who I am because of my mother’s eyes…my mother’s heart…my mother’s strength and dreams and her boundless and wondrous and fierce love.
My mother’s eyes are ever with me…lingering with me through days of sunshine and magic, through days of shadow and sorrow, through all of my days of my journey from my first cry and down the winding path that makes up the continuing tapestry of my life.
My mother’s eyes are with me…and I am kept safe and strong by their light…my mother’s eyes are now, and ever shall be, with me.
Blessed be.
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