The first painting I bought when I moved out on my own…..
Even to this day I do not know who the artist is….. or what this piece of art is called….. but for me it is a masterpiece…
If you see the coloured picture of this painting you will see around her eyes there is a light tinge of red….. I think she cried herself to sleep…. when I look at this painting I always wonder…. was she a figment of the artist’s imagination? or was she his muse? why did she cry?…. (I don’t know why I assumed that the artist was a man)
Lets talk about Mums – complex yet the most beautiful creatures God ever created…..
Mine broke down on the phone today….and it broke my heart….hence the post
I like to think I am the extension of my mother….. I know it’s an old cliché to say “I am all that I am because of her”….. but hey isnt life full of clichés?
Wind beneath my wings- Bette Midler
A song that describes what my mom means to me….
“Did you ever know that you’re my hero? your everything I would like to be….I can fly higher than an eagle……because you are the wind beneath my wings“
I never told my mum she is my hero…… I never told her she is everything I wish I could be…… and I am flying higher than an eagle because she is the wind beneath my wings…..
For all the times she was content “To let me shine”…she is that “beautiful face without a name” she has a “beautiful smile to hide the pain“……
For all the times I left her in coldness……but she was my shadow…..and for all the times I couldn’t say a “Sorry” or a “Thank you”…. she walked “A step behind”
It hasn’t gone unnoticed mom….I have it all here in my heart….
“I want you to know I know the truth, Of course I know….I would be nothing without you”
She thought me how to fly…. and it’s her wisdom that got me here…..
“Thank God for you, my wind beneath my wings”
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