The scars she carries and the freckles on her nose, they give glimpses to her stories that others may not know.
Whether in cowboy boots or in heels, she holds her head high. If she's holding babies or holding a gun, she can be gentle or strong. Look into her eyes! There's a warmth there that radiates like the sun. That glows bright like the moon. She's leather and lace, she's rock and roll, she's an old country tune. She has a heart bigger than the sky but she tries to stay grounded. Her hands might be pedicured or calloused, but they leave no room to be doubted.
She loves her children, she loves without condition. She'll forgive and hold tears. She has no competition.
She is a daughter, a mother, a friend and a wife, she is my sister and without her, this world would be missing such a light.
Her flame burns bright and in it there is always hope. A resolve to push onward, despite the steep slope.
May 30, 2021