Sunday, June 3, 2012



Four years old, with dirt on my face

I’d been out in the backyard
                     pickin dandelions all day

Mothers Day 2012
I burst through the front door when I’d gathered enough
to give to my mom, to show her my love
when I held out my hands she looked down at me,
she said I’ve never seen flowers as beautiful as these



she’s the one who taught me about Jesus she’s the one who taught me to sing
 she deserves, an armful of roses but she’s satisfied with a handful of weeds



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