Poem – Paths

The paths my Mom and I have both walked for different parts of our lives have been dark, filled with brambles and brush that scratch and claw for purchase on bare skin…stones and sticks that hide and leap out and try cause a stumble or fall on unprotected feet. Tattered we walk on. My beautiful Mother using her body as a shield for those she cares for, causing her more scars than anyone ahead or behind. God did it right when he made her. She has an inner light that those lost on that path are drawn to. He made her a Beacon. To sooth with words and gestures and protect with open arms.

    – Written by Kahlan222 on June the Fourth 2016


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