Madre, Madre, Madre…

My sweet Madre, On my memory wings, Floating through remembrance valley, Your heart and soul, Sharing mood with me, Smiling as we fly, Just you and I, My beautiful Madre, Flying on happiness, Floating down sadness, Carrying each other through madness, Taking hands everyday, My gorgeous Madre, Your smile shining bad moods away, Your heart…

Morning Coffee: #3 Madre

Sitting quietly by my desk this morning I turned on some easy listening music. Slowly settling into the groove I slid out the construction paper and chalk. Casualy daydreaming about childhood memories of my Madre. I love her and often think of her sweet voice and smile. My beautiful Madre. Your tower was long ago…