We can all take this moment and credit all the woman’s around the world as they continue to be preeminent force of change.
To my mother;
As I was born with the scent of the wild and a smell of Gorillas, I thank you every minute of it or else I should had not make it so far. You Rock!
From works of William Rose Wallace: I recite back the following words;
“Infancy’s the tender fountain,
Power may with beauty flow,
Mother’s first to guide the streamlets,
From them souls unresting grow–
Grow on for the good or evil,
Sunshine streamed or evil hurled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world”. (W.R. Wallace)
To my daughter’s