Beauty is not always visual.
I heard beauty today.
I listened in to the gentle loving voice of a young mother describing her own childhood memories of time shared at the very same duck pond with her own Mother as a young child. The little girl all of 4, blonde pigtails curled up in a swirl, dressed in her eyelet white skirt, pink sandals & bubblegum pink sweater, listened to the tale with such eagerness, as though a prophet was speaking.
Did your Mommy like ducks? she asked. She loved ducks the Mother replied. " I love ducks too"! she smiled. The young Mother leaned down & kissed her daughters head & said " I know you do sweetie".
A quiet still....they both seemed to be contemplating, dreaming, imagining, wondering off into the powder blue skies....when the little girl with a loving daughters soft tone asked .. "Do they have ducks in heaven Mommy?" I didn't see the tears, but I saw the young Mother let go of her daughter's hand for a brief moment to wipe her eyes & face. She rekindled the hand clasping & looked down to her daughter & said " Yes baby" yes!
The little girl nodded & smiled comforted by the thought.
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