Mother and Child

Tiny fingers, clutching tight, A bond that forms in morning light. Mother's warmth, a sheltering sea, Love's embrace for you and me. Years may fly, seasons may change, But this connection, it won't derange. Through laughter's chime and sorrow's tear, A mother's love, forever near.

I painted this when I lost contact with my mom. I feared that she had passed away. After a couple weeks I found out that her computer had stopped working and that's why I was unable to contact her.

Acrylic on canvas