Atop all the gorgeous flowers, on a suspended hammock rests a little baby. When the summer heat becomes too much the hammock is covered with a sheet. Thus life goes on for the flower sellers and the new addition to their family…..
“To be a mother is to be vulnerable for life.”
Vulnerable to all the love, joys and hurts her child will go through in the process of growing up. There is no age of retirement for her… No matter how old the child becomes. Her love remains… She learns to cloak it in a different subtlety at every stage of her child’s growth…
Here’s an ode to motherhood 🙂