This is a love letter to my mother, Lucille:
How do you let go and hold tight at the same time,
There's love in the palm of your hand.
Early memories, come up from behind like a shawl and cover my shoulders causing me to stand tall.
Like you.
Standing tall.
Kindness never looked so fierce,
And I never felt stronger crying in your midst.
I'm your treasure, you say to me, but you're, you're--
You're my mother.
And that makes me believe.
In good things. In great things.
It makes me believe I can fly and other impossible things more than 7 times a day.
I am so proud to be your daughter.
And we learn from each other,
Patience, trust, careful inspection of dreams.
And you just won't stop believing.
One can get weary without a mother.
And you've always made sure to give me rest.
You always make it light and easy. You just do.
I appreciate you now, and I'll appreciate you then.
When my babies ask how I know how to hold them the way that I do, I'll tell them the truth.
God gave me a mother, named Lucille,
To look after me, so I would know how to look after you.
And that has made all the difference.
Many differences, changes, roads, and turns.
Yes, love has been a journey for me, and it began in many ways with you.
Strong and tender with resolve unmatched. Peace abounding and love overflowing.
Great grandma was right...
Your's is a life that will be forever on this earth and heavenly realms resounding.
Happy Birthday, My Lioness!
I love you, Mom.