I picture you studying and working,
Practicing your trade,
Perfecting your game,
While collecting your change;
I remember witnessing your heart,
How the love poured out
Like water from a spout;
And watched it switch from warm to cold super quick,
Seen folk evicted with a swift kick;
Through earthquakes and morning breaks,
Never really can recall viewing her smile shake;
Whether boiling hot,
lukewarm,
or ice cold
Her spirit seemed always composed,
Even though now I know that was not always so…
She could,
she would,
but if she couldn't then she found a way;
Like a mother should…
Food,
shelter,
and clothing
I can't ever recall feeling lonely.
Nights in the sick bed half dead,
hot soup kept me from reaching the reaper's head…
my Momma…