Her Heart is Her Home
She shaped her daughters, influenced her sons, a labor of love, a life fully worn. She is a mother, her heart is her home.
As days move on, now years long gone, reflections of laughter, hide and seek foregone, hugs and kisses still going on.
My mother shaped me not knowing at first, the type of mother to be from the moment of birth. When therefore new life conceived in me, I knew her capacity of love meant to be.
Thanks to the one whose heart for home, shaped her daughters, influenced her sons. She is a mother, her heart is her home, love eternal to all she has born!