Mother

Mother….

I watch you play with your grandchildren, your pride growing with each new step they take, each skill they learn. I see your hands, a bit older than before but still strong enough to work, still the loudest hands applauding the younger ones. Your hair is now highlighted with wisdom from years of living and learning, highlights woven by time and earned by successes and failures. And, in your eyes, which still sparkle as brightly as the sun, I see the joy of living and loving and sharing, and I know that your grandchildren, like myself, are fortunate to have such a knowledgeable and giving Professor of Life.