and she ended her story with these words...

While driving
she told me a story...
my,
mom.

Sometimes with hands moving,
always with a healthy amount of adjectives.
Wonder
where I get it from.

This story
about a woman...
an ordeal of sorts...
all made clear
with these words:

"God love her. Her heart is as big as a slop bucket."

Well there you go.
That explains it.

It's Texas...
you figure it out!

For me...
"slop bucket love"
pretty much
describes
what I understand
God's love to be.

Slop Bucket Love...
so many possibilities...
love deep
and wide...
love
receptive...