A Gift From My Mother

Her posture defies the fragility of glass defining her structure. One hand stretches to the skies, the other she plants firmly on her hip. The fire red of passion bleeds with the sunshine of hope, a current of energy flowing through the solid base of her body. Six inches tall, she is a figure of empowerment, a symbol of determination, a woman with confidence. Placed on the corner of my writing desk, she reminds me anything is possible when one follows the path of the heart, when one reaches for the wisdom of angels.