Thank you Mom for not beating me as much as you probably wanted to. Thank you for doing all that you could do. Thank you for not doing any less and thank you for picking up the pieces to all of my mess. I could never thank you enough nor will I ever know the full spectrum of your way of being tough. I know it’s putting it mildly saying I made things rough. Never could anyone replace your sort of love it is surely only available because you were sent from up above. I love you Mom.
Lying with your ghost keeps lonely at bay; Oh how I long for it through out the day. Too many worlds stand in our way, leaving me ravished for slumber as the sky falls into the gray. Oh Mr. Ghost, please say you will stay. Please hold me as we fall into the fray.
Mama, there are so many lessons that you taught me as a child but one of my favorite memories is when you taught me how to smile. This one is for you.
You taught me how to show just enough light so that they might want more… Isolated muscle movements that dangle at the edge of the lure… How to be captivating beyond capture… A tool of connection that surpasses all statures… It is in the eyes, It is in the cheeks, It is in how your smile seeks… Be gracious and be kind, And don’t forget to curtsey, less you will be left behind. To be feminine and be strong… And to be cautious, don’t dangle that lure too long… Motherly lessons and Motherly advice, some were spoken and some I learned by watching your eyes… Don’t act out of haste, it will surely to lead to a waste… Please and thank you won’t always do… so make sure you arent afraid to say that you are sorry when you are through…