Sympathy without Boundaries

for my wife on mother's day, 2003
the twenty-fourth anniversary of our betrothal

by Peter Falkenberg Brown :: May 11, 2003

Clasping hands,
smelling the honeysuckle
   on a country road,
admiring a tree
   magnificently gnarled,
I'm with my friend.

She's quick to cry;
sympathy without boundaries,
   and generous passion,
Her soul belongs to beauty.
   She's a mother.

Four children;
   a husband;
   cats,
   and a dog;
Messes multitudinous.

She laughs
   in spite of it all.
   She's our mother.
We love her.

Peter Falkenberg Brown is passionate about writing, publishing, public speaking and film. He hopes that someday he can live up to his favorite motto: “Expressing God’s kind and compassionate love in all directions, every second of every day, creates an infinitely expanding sphere of heart.”

~ Deus est auctor amoris et decoris. ~