My Godmother Mary is an amazing woman, her heart is golden, her bones ivory. Her home is a sanctuary where darkness has no room. When she embraces me I know the meaning of heaven on earth.
Mary collects feelings, weaving them into soft spots. Her ear is ready to listen far into the night. When I am with her there is no other place I would rather be, she captivates my imagination and makes me laugh.
Seldom does anyone leave her home empty handed. I leave with a car full, and a spirit that soars.
If I could spend a million years with her I would never know boredom,
and I am not exaggerating. She is just too good to be true.
Honestly every inch of my Godmother's house has a touch of Marie-Antoinette, Betty-Boop, and Martha Stewart stuck to it. I went into her closet and just screamed! She had rows of vintage prom dresses, and hats to match. Talk about bling-bling!
Certainly, the day she was born earth was a better place, heaven touched the ground and sang. My Godmother shares abundantly, she doesn't know the word selfish, she puts everyone on a throne.
I haven't had tea in the same cup twice. Mary finds her treasures at yard sales. She told me she cannot leave anything behind, especially if it is chipped or cracked. I believe Mary knows that being broken is being made whole.
One of Mary's creations.
Mary beauty stems from caring for others. She has a knack for unfolding people's pain and given them a bundle of courage to carry on. Mary has a healing touch, a graciousness that makes me want to be a better person.
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