This Lady was fearful. Her cowardliness made me stand on safety grounds. She does trust me and believe that I could do it my way. She held me at times I need to be alone, in my solitary moments. She kept on ranting about things that do not make sense to me. She cared too much, and, paranoia is her nickname.
Now the Lady is aged by years. She is still young, but, time is moving.
This Lady has been my fortress, my boulder. She loves me consistently and patiently – without any cost,with fear. She is willing to endure, willing to wait on when can I fully understand her perspectives. The hands that were holding me tight are now become loose. I missed her ideas and criticisms. Her true love helped me made it through my weakest times, conquered my fears – and I feel contented.
She is now seeing me as a Lady , expects me to be valiant in any way and no more a crying baby. She does not want me to be like her, but, more than.
This lady is no ordinary. I call her “Mom”.
A man stopped at a flower shop to order some flowers to be wired to his mother who lived two hundred miles away.
As he got out of his car he noticed a young girl sitting on the curb sobbing.
He asked her what was wrong and she replied, “I wanted to buy a red rose for my mother. But I only have seventy-five cents, and a rose costs two dollars.”
The man smiled and said, “Come on in with me. I’ll buy you a rose.”
He bought the little girl her rose and ordered his own mother’s flowers.
As they were leaving he offered the girl a ride home. She said, “Yes, please! You can take me to my mother.”
She directed him to a cemetery, where she placed the rose on a freshly dug grave.
The man returned to the flower shop, canceled the wire order, picked up a bouquet and drove the two hundred miles to his mother’s house.
I wish we still have a lot of times to share. I pray.