That’s me.
And probably you.
Once I saw her through the trees,
I recognized her instantly.
She is me
and every other mother
for whom time has stood still
when she’s cradled her babies
at her breast,
lulling them into the sweetest sleep,
humming the softest lullabies,
kissing that perfect baby skin,
feeling that tiny body melt into hers,
blissfully lost in the closest bond
known to humankind.

Mother & Child Scupture
by Michael Price
@ the MN Landscape Arboretum