no ordinary love

this woman's somewhat of a treasure, unlike no other, my mother, is spectacular in her own unique way, the idiosyncracies that make up who she was, who she is and who she ultimately will be continue to facinate me, growth never ends. i could never even begin to define sacrifice yet i look at her and it's drawn in the lines of her beautiful face, such grace, other mothers must be jealous. but what makes her stand out lies in the reason she was chosen to be MY mother, just one of those things that for me to even try to explain would be one of the greatest injustices conceivable, she is the epitome of love and there's nothing ordinary about it