Her (standard:poetry, 204 words)
Author: Kat	Added: Oct 24 2000	Views/Reads: 3720/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
The most important person in my life.

Her mind holds a thousand stories. I can hear them in her voice and in
her opinions. They are who she is and where she has been. 

Her eye's cherish a thousand pictures. I can see them in her eyes and in
her tears. They are of her wedding day and her first born. 

Her hand's have taken on a thousand tasks I can feel them in her
leathered skin and brittle nails. They are experiences she has had and 
24 years of motherhood. 

This woman has seen more than just the world. She has seen birth. The
newborn children who hold the dreams of our world. She has felt death. 
The giving up of the soul to the final hours all must face. She has 
been through life and back, and has the scars and wrinkles to show for 
it. 

This woman is one of the strongest people I have ever known. She is
proud of where she has been and who she has become and the decisions 
that she has failed. Proud of her life, her children, and her faith. 
Proud of her achievements and of her failures. And I am so very proud 
to call her my mother. 

June 16, 2000


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