I ask her.
How are you so strong?
She answers.
You stay strong for those who matter.
I ask her.
What do you think beauty is?
She answers.
My children.
I watch her.
She sits there with her cold cup of tea.
Staring out the window.
Drip                      
Drip
                      Drip
The rain falls slowly.
Slowly consuming her thoughts.
You know what’s beautiful God?
It isn’t us.
It’s her.
My Mother.
I always wonder if it’s possible to love someone so much it consumes you.
Just how the rain is consuming her.
I keep watching her.
She turns and smiles at me.
And I realise.
She looks at me the same way she looks at the rain.
With an all-consuming love.