His Mother

"Even He that died for us upon the cross, in the last hour, in the unutterable agony of death, was mindful of His mother, as if to teach us that this holy love should be our last worldly thought - the last point of earth from which the soul should take its flight for heaven."
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, His Mother

Mom,
How can I make you proud?
You made me this way, be proud of yourself.

How can I honor you?
Your sacrifices lift you up farther than I can reach.

How do I repay the life you've given me?
It's already more than I could ever want.

How will you know it was worth it, in the end?
See it in Sophia--your love's legacy, my mother's touch.