A Mother’s Nature
Mothers perfume the world with their own unique fragrance.
No flower can compare to the bloom of her lips, the flush of her cheeks, brought about by the small hand nested in hers.
Her children are the seeds of her Spring, shoots standing tall in her Summer; their dreaming heads in the clouds.
And no matter what the weather, like a willow tree, Mothers will always bend;
sheltering seeds, shoots and sweetly scented fruits, from what the future brings.
Copyright © Talia Hardy 2012.