Posted by
Cole West on Monday, April 13, 2009 9:47:41 PM
There was a time in my life when I had to be carried. So She carried me when no one else would, or could. He carried the weight of the world on his shoulders when I couldn't even see that high. When I grew tall enough to look him eye to eye, I still didn't see that load. And I never knew that a skinny little boy could make him forget the load, take the arms of Atlas, and own the whole world.
She brooded over me, cried because of me, worried herself sick about me. But she knew instictively from the day she conceived me, which direction to push me...out. She pushed me out, and I have wanted out ever since. She, on the other hand, never stopped pushing me in the right direction. She never once pushed me in the wrong direction.
Forty six years now, now have I fruitlessly searched for unconditional love. Nowhere on earth have I found it, except the one place I left it, in my mother's, and my father's heart.
Thanks Mom. Thanks Dad