Sometimes the words are hard to find. Sometimes you feel like you wouldn't do your thoughts justice even if you tried to speak. Sometimes you just hope that they know - hope that they understand, even through your silence. Shhh... Listen... The wind in the trees... A breeze through the grass... You can hear it if you listen... You can catch it if you try... It wraps around your soul... A whisper of content... The strength of a mother’s love. I can feel it. It gives me strength. I am loved. My life is full.
Some words were taken from a poem Amber Petrie wrote for her mother.