That sweet-toned sound of my mother’s voice as she sings a choral song.
The smell of the aroma picked me up from the gate on my way home from school as she dished up.
She gave me a big warm tight hug with a taste of love when I entered the house.
I felt safe wrapped around her arms.
”Go and change your clothes, I’ll dish up for you”.
Her soul is as gentle as a lamb, and her heart is as glittery as a gold.