When I was a child, I thought rocks were little mountains to climb.
You held my hand and steadied me as I tripped over them With joy in my heart and adventure on my mind. Later, you held my hand,
When the rocks were more formidable And the price of failing to scale the obstacles steep
And heartbreaking. Now as we celebrate Mother's Day, I would like to get to know the woman behind the mom Who guided me through the rocky parts of life. Join me for lunch--we have much to talk about, you and I. |
