Friday, April 3, 2009

Spring's Shadows

The tips of her fingers hold shadows delicately; her touch speaks of a gentleness, a deep compassion that belies her ferocity and sense of right. I can only stand back in surprised wonder as I watch the woman that she's becoming, unfolding from the little girl who rode on my back as a wolf pup.

1 comment:

  1. Beautifully written with the pride and sensitivity of a great mom! :)


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