My son gave me this poem for Mother’s Day:
You give me soul.
You help with passion.
You never struggle when you’re in trouble.
You are the perfect piece to my puzzle.
Reading these heartfelt words had a strong impact on me. I feel like I could have written the same poem to my son. It made me question: What if each one of us could be these things for others? What if living from the heart and just being is all there needs to be? What if we are each the perfect piece to each other’s puzzle?