Dressed they will look like colourful clouds,bunched and humped,but softly like cumulus and Stratus, patterned with whiffs of art decour like the cirrus or the early warm saffron of the makerel clouds from early sunset...
Nature can surprise you how of the female form it blends into a landscape and seascape...and on a good weather Day, you find a Nebuchadnezzar rain blessings from your heart unto God.
So, when we brought the second child home,I also blessed our maker, that he had started to walk with us, and to which land? As I watch the children take their milk,I thought of my mother, and my breast feeding, and realise,I had no Idea what it tasted like...
Will the children too like me grow up, and forget?
©jad
J