A tree in the park ...
The words are not mine... I have a fantastic friend who will write about pictures I lay out ... Makes my heart smile .. Thank you! A Tree in a Park A mother’s role Is that of a large oak To stand tall Sturdy in the storm Provide shelter from a spring rain And shade from a summer sun. But like a maple Mothers must always remain sturdy Grow deep roots For a solid foundation From which her family Like branches can reach. And like giant spruce Mothers provide a home Nests from which her children Can be nourished Made safe and Allowed to grow. Yet like a single pine Rising high in neighborhood park A mother cannot follow But must wait for her children To return When they’ve taken flight. So we must look upon mothers With both humility and pride For we could not be where we are Without them. Their love And their plight.
