Your home,
Your mothers home is full of blossoms,
It’s painted into the walls,
With her love and sincerity,
It must be her purity that’s transmitted into the space that you all occupy,
You can see it in Noah’s eyes,
See it in Raphaels love,
And in you, with you it’s embodied in all forms,
As for your mother.
I don’t even know her,
All I know is that I cried tears just from the words you first spoke about her,
How wonderful it must be to have mother like yours
Who’s created a home full of light,
I wonder what made her to be such a mother,
What caused her to have her being dedicated to raising loved, free children ?
What path did she take that made her home flood with purity?
Is it you?
The children, who through your innocence and the space to be your true selves,
Grow into good people.
Your house is rich in love,
With freedom and clarity ,
Nothing can stop you
How lucky you are,
All of you,
To have a home filled with love..
How rich your insides must be