Little hands reach for her. Little feet follow her. Light pours out of her very being. She is soft, comfort, guidance, and peace; and yet she often has none of these for herself. She gives, and she gives. And she asks for nothing. For everything that she pours into them, she pours out of herself. She cannot refill. She does not want to.
About the Creator
Courtney Johnson
I’m a mom of three beautiful boys. I’ve been writing since I was a child. I figured I may as well write something that someone has the chance to read.
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