Sympathy without Boundariesfor my wife on mother's day, 2003 May 11, 2003 Clasping hands, smelling the honeysuckle on a country road, admiring a tree magnificently gnarled, I'm with my friend. She's quick to cry; sympathy without boundaries, and generous passion, Her soul belongs to beauty. She's a mother. Four children; a husband; cats, and a dog; Messes multitudinous. She laughs in spite of it all. She's our mother. We love her. Peter Falkenberg Brown is passionate about writing, publishing, public speaking and film. He hopes that someday he can live up to one of his favorite mottos: “Expressing God’s kind and compassionate love in all directions, every second of every day, creates an infinitely expanding sphere of heart.”
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