It’s the woman you are today that dances through fields of once dead flowers, bringing them back to life again with the sunshine you’ve brought upon them. Lingering softly in fields you sing songs of love and only love for you are loving and only so. Not only a mother but a friend you are to many and everyone in need. To describe a bouquet of flowers would simply not be enough to describe your beauty in every way it deserves. In drawers your past life is folded with tears and yearning and soft cottons of pain. In boxes our  future is packed full of hope and overcoming. The future though can only be conquered by you and all your tools like ones of steel and power. To the mother, the fighter, the leader, my teacher, and the strongest woman I know, Happy Mother’s Day.