Dear mama, I wrote a “script” For your obituary A well deserved Note for the world To know you From me . Mama, A beautiful creation; God’s child Gentle soul Kind being Rich heart With love to give A smile to share A friend A lover; Daring to outshine “Romeo and Juliet” Mother of 4…… Continue reading The obituary
That photo! That photo of mama Takes me to her days Days I choose not to know Days with a hidden story Days of loving through betrayal! Days of “living” in a sick body Days of letting go of her babies Days of sleepless nights Days of wonder And weariness. In that photo I see…… Continue reading Mama’s tears
Is, To fall in love with a stranger; After we realize they are growing in us It is to let go of self; Allowing our little ones to take over our bodies It is being selfless; Accepting pain that comes with carrying and delivering our babies It is surrender; Of a life of comfort to…… Continue reading Motherhood,
Mama was laid in one; I remember like it was yesterday A lifeless “pose”of her shell Auntie, grandpa and grandma did too “They” left in that pine box; The box that claimed to be the “hero” carrying the “shells” once pampered Shells of my heroes Shells of my memories Shells that loved me Shells that…… Continue reading The pine box!
Mama, Mama, mama, mama Didn’t you hear me cry? Didn’t you hear me call? Calling for you in that nightmare; That left me weak That left me bruised That shattered me That had me hurting That left me scarred Mama, Why? Why did you? Why did you let go; Let go of this child? Mama,…… Continue reading Mama?
Today I wanted mama Today I cried for mama Like I did yesterday. It’s been a while It’s been years It’s been seasons Feels like I am.. Still losing mama. Like I did that year, Today I tried to call mama At least in my mind Like I did yesterday. Today I needed Mama’s voice…… Continue reading Losing mama.
She sings in a soothing voice Asking me yet again; “child what hurts?” The elusive presence of mama. She speaks softly Asking about my day Wondering about my dreams The elusive presence of mama. “Child cry not” she says… Comforting my weary heart The elusive presence of mama. “Take my hand child…” She asks I…… Continue reading Elusive presence…
13 was the age I became “a woman”.. Uncle said those words….. Papa said those words….. Grandpa whispered them too! At 13 auntie suggested we visit “the” place The place to prepare me; the prey! Auntie said I was ready then… Mama said I was ready too… Grandma agrees too.. To the market their preying…… Continue reading The prey!
Papa says I look just like mama .. I am Mama’s image when friends see me.. Grandma says I remind her of mama.. Grandpa says my courage is just like mama’s.. Auntie thinks of me as her friend; just like she did with mama.. Uncle Musa sees mama in the way I talk.. Like mama,…… Continue reading Like mama..
Oh yeah…..Mama’s happy hour is that moment when you finally catch a breath after a marathon run around the house ninjaering through all your chaos. Shhh…Silence. Weird right? At least it is for me since I have my babies talking my ears off as soon as they are up for the day. I love it,…… Continue reading Mama’s happy hour
Rhythm In Life 