Jamie II by Margaret C. Rigsby Always the quieter one of the two, holding in pain heartbreak and tears. Quite rivers run deep. There is a different kind of closeness with us, mother and child. Not the best-friend-talk-about-anything kind; a love grown through mutual respect in spite of and because of differences. Standing in the shadows silent, strong, steady watching, waiting to protect me. An Angel rides on your shoulder because your heart is pure, unselfish - a true silent hero. Pictures in my mind run in vivid color. Watching you grow to adulthood, my son, has been God's sweetest blessing to me. © May 19, 2002-2004
