A bond shared by us

Amazing at how a small gift of kindness can mean
so much to another.

Your gift to me made me want to give back, yet I could
not to you so I gave to my mother instead.

If you ever have a chance, view the Willow Tree line.
In it was a piece called mother and son. I was enroute
to give this one to my mother. Yet I found myself
staring at another one. So much of what is displayed
would be seen far passed the name.

This one I did purchase is called "The Quilt". However
what was shown was a mother holding a baby in a
rocking chair all covered in a quilt but the rocking
chair meant more than the quilt.

I had thought of how much my mother grieves for my
nephew, how much she helped him grow, the lessons
she taught him. Oh the rocking chair was so much
more.

Still we have this chair. Yes the actual one. It is in
need of repair but to throw it away is tragic.

I don't believe in material things to hold onto because
I know I was born dust and will return so. Yet my
mother clings to a memory and that rocking chair
is surrounded, emmersed into every one thought.

So I thank you in your kind generosity for my bonded
circle. One step you took gave me so much more.
Here I sit as tears fall down my cheeks. So much
joy when my mother and I locked eyes in the meaning
of this figurine.

Now to prep for work. A joy that lightens my steps
once more. So worth it all just to see the hope in her
eyes.

So yes you do inspire me.