My mother sees blackberries on the dry winter branches,
she feels the sweetness in her hand
and smells the pie baking in the oven knowing soon her grandchildren will gather around her table laughing with blackberry pie in their mouths.
My mother sees goodness in things that are invisible to most of us she believes in love and God and puts her faith there, she sees the goodness of any moment no matter how dark the day can be.
I see the dried blackberry bush that grows along the dry dirt path. I see the promising clouds that did not give rain and I wonder if there will be blackberries to make pies and worry that they have been sprayed.
I question, doubt, turn things over, and I am far too curious I see both sides and bite my lip, while my mother believes in the berries.
My mother's faith leads me back to our lovely home she takes the fear, doubts, and uncertainty and puts them in a safe place called undying faith then she reaches out bringings others to it by saying we’re gonna have a delicious blackberry pie this summer will you help me pick them? By her faith, her example, her courage to focus on the goodness we smell the pie and see the path leading us to happier times.
My mother lives her life following faith holding on to a golden light of summer.
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