A head of brown hair, surrounded by roots of white and gray
Each strand tells the story of the pain and sacrifice of a
mother in distress
A bed of wrinkles upon a sea of soft, radiant, illuminating
skin
Each wrinkle tells a fascinating tale of courage and
beauty
You are the stem that holds each pedal and each leaf
together to form the perfect flower
As the pedals begin to grow, the leaf flees to fight
passionately to save the soil that keeps you alive
For years he has put his life at risk, to shield you, to
protect you, to save you
And you, you are left to care for two small pedals while you
patiently wait for your better half to return home.
Unknowing if you will continue
this journey alone
The time was ticking slowly, and as painful as it was, you
somehow remained hopeful
And though the winds were rough, and the rain was hard, you
planted your roots firmly and remained strong and faithful
Until the day he returned home, and from then, your leafs
grew greener and more vibrant than ever
Your soil was saved and your pedals continued to bloom as
time flew by
With every passing day, your pedals grew more, and more, and
more,
Forming a garden of devotion, loyalty, faith and love in an unimaginable and beautiful way
Looking down at the small garden that has resulted from your strength, sacrifice and courage, you have achieved a field of diverse beauty beneath you
And as the small flowers begin to blossom, we look up at you
with tears in our eyes and pride in our hearts, as you have always been our
inspiration and the beauty beneath our existence
