To my mother,
Home is where my mother is. She is the never ending light that blinks silently calling me home. The beacon for lost travelers. The candle on the window sill to show the way. The light house for the ship. If lost, my feet would steer me in her direction without thinking. Home base. It's where we want to get to.

I would not be lost without my mother. She is me, I am she. Linked souls by birthright. A line that cannot be cut. She and Father built our tools and taught us to use them. They showed us the way. They taught us, not to fill their shoes, but how to fill our own. My mothers light is the sun. It gives life, only shadowed by God.