Nurtured

I well remember things my father said; the way he showed me how to read a chart; he'd hold my shoulders back to stand erect; the tales he told, the teasing and the jokes – just what was true Sue and I never knew. He expected much of me, had his hopes that I would be a leader firm and true. My nature though is more from mother formed. Just what she said or did I don't recall, rather it was who she was, her being there to listen to what I told, to hold in prayer how I felt and knew, as I grew into who I am. Venturing from both I am so grateful to be held, yet free.