We are not our brother’s keeper we are our brother and we are our sister. We must look past complexion and see community. Maya Angelou
Grandma told me to live.. Grandma told me to love.. Grandma told me to listen.. Grandma told me to learn.. Grandma told me to forgive… She said..”child, keep breathing” She said..”child, keep laughing” She said..”child, learn to rest” She said..”child, don’t chase the wind” She said..”child, life is a gift given once. Live it!” She…… Continue reading Grandma’s words..
My sweet child… I love you And I know you know that I do I can see it in your sparkly eyes. I remember you reaching for my arms when you took your first step.. I knew you trusted me. You ran right back to my arms when you had that first fall. That first…… Continue reading MY SWEET CHILD