Monique Jeacocke Guide me

This is my wonderful mother. Kindness shines through her eyes, the gentle touch of her fingers parting the stormy clouds, letting light gleam through. A soft reminder that there is always light to be found, a helping hand can guide your search. She radiates warmth, spreading love and care to all that she touches. She is my voice of hope, my voice of reason, my voice of comfort. She may not always see it when she looks into the mirror, but it’s clear to see when you look into her eyes.