This piece is called Man of Sorrow and reminds me of loyalty. Christ’s to us and ours to him. As a child loyalty to my mother took the form not trading the sandwiches she made with other kids. Their mouths were drooling for her home made bread. Don, my brother, and I had many opportunities to trade and would have loved to have store bought bread as a change and treat.
As Don and I grew so did the depth of our loyalties.nancymauerman.com