Mom

She is gentle and fragile, fierce and strong. She loves deep, her heart open and forgiving. Her touch is light and her voice is soft. She sees herself in everyone. She embraces imperfection and sadness as she does beauty and joy. She is clear and wise. She lights up when I walk into her room, and weeps in private when my heart breaks. And I thank god every day that I was given to her … and she was given to me.