Miss you....

There's not a day goes by I dont think about the Woman who brought me life, who taught me to laugh, who was there to mend my bruises, who tolerated my fits, who fought for me with school nurses when I laughed out loud, who taught me to thread the sewing machine and to be creative, who let me wear whatever I wanted, who gave me a perm, and let me stay home from school to be creative and help with the laundry, who was a caretaker at heart, and encouraged me to think with my brain and my heart, ultimately who gave me all I need to be the Man I am. It would be selfish of me to dwell on the fact I cannot call her or squeeze her or cook for her today, and I'm nothing short of Proud of her for finally getting free of the haunts of her own childhood - it makes the Mom she was an even more powerful memory, and a testament to the selfless woman she was.

Miss you Mom






with my Godmother Billy-June Lundsford











S.