Monday, January 28, 2013

her eyes . . .

my mother and little me, drawn by my father
Fotopoulos 1995


There aren’t too many eyes in this world that speak a language as delicate as our Mothers. We need to remember that when listening to the rest of the world. Take a moment every day, to go back to that place of comfort, to say hello and “I love you” to your Mom. No matter where she is; she will hear you. - MF