A Mother's Love

A Mother’s Love

My mother had Potter’s HandsHer fingertips indented my cheeksSo my smile could become my hallmark.Circumventing boobytraps that were destined,She knew that the hue of this clayOpulent atmospheres would question.Behind my forehead she inscribed Psalm 82:6So my mind’s eye will always be in view of my truth.In my heart she carved […]

A Mother’s Love