She’s a high spirited filly
Frolicking in the Oregon hills,
A feisty backwoods
Mountain mama
With a heart of gold
And a passion for living.
She’s an eagle
Spreading her wings
And beginning to fly
Wherever the spirit
Takes her.
She’s also a gentle wind
Blowing through the trees,
Kind of soft and easy,
With a scent of jasmine
Upon its breath,
The picture of serenity.
She’s all these things
And maybe more.
She’s a beautiful lady
In love with life,
Giving her heart
To the world,
Mothering her kids
Even though they’re grown,
And getting mothered back.
She’s a strong-willed,
Independent lady
Tackling life
On her own terms.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
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