“One can take flight over the obvious beauty of this moment, this child, this mother, and continue to fly around within the wonder and beauty of those feelings conjured up by a mother’s deep contemplative love. One can be transported into the poetic realms of intangible elements capable of composing themselves outside the peripheral of practical things obvious in the relationship between a mother and her young daughter. Or one can merely let the captured moment stand on its own, and not attempt to define it. Any and other approaches to this image touch the depth of mother’s responsibility, and care and love. Anyone looking at this picture of you and your daughter is remembering their own intimate moments with their mother, or if they are a mother what it means to be a mother.
As a father the touch, feel, and scent of my mother’s breath upon my little head while I breast fed is an active part of my memory, and personal style of parenting.” – Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories
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