In Honor Of My Mother, Rebecca

My Mother’s Eyes

When I was born, I know I looked “up” into her eyes. It didn’t matter to me what colour they were; only that they reflected a love such as I had never known. As I grew, I was to look up into her eyes with the many questions and concerns of a child, and today, I realize that her golden answers came from her heart into my memory. Somehow, she always had the answers to all I asked; somehow she always knew the answers to all I couldn’t ask and quietly held them to herself.

 As the years passed, my eyes looked “across” into hers. I sometimes felt that I had all of the answers to every question that came my way. What I did not realize then, was that I had grown too big to look up into her eyes and that I could never again capture those precious years; the years when a Mother holds the gift of loving “unconditionally”

And somewhere later in time, I began to look “down”... into the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. I saw love in her eyes. I saw pride in her eyes. I saw distance in her eyes. I saw sadness in her eyes. I could see into her heart through her beautiful eyes. I saw a Mother that I could only pray I had known as I had grown!

I saw a Mother that had somehow grown old over the years when I was growing into my wisdom. I saw a Mother that could reach my heart through her eyes. I saw a face much older than I had known as a child; a face that held more beauty than any thing I had ever known.

It was then that she began to look “up” into “my” eyes. It was then that I saw her as I have never seen her before.... Through eyes that truly cherish her with all of my heart!

Oh God Mom.... I Love you So Much

    Millie P. Lorenz

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