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#JayPoetry does #Something_For_The_Day Feels weird posting something during the day but oh well My mind is full of the memories I shared with her… my life built on the foundation she laid out for me… I remember my childhood….blurred vivid memories made clear with each tear my eyes creates… I remember her face… her loving face… the smile she always had on her face…or the wrinkles that formed between her brows each time I wronged her… or the long face when she was sad… I remember it all… my head resting on her laps as she combed my hair… telling me to be still till she was done… I remember her pulling my ear if I dint stay still… my hair too kinky to sit still… I remember it all… the beatings I got for combing home late… legs brown from the fine soil of the earth looking as though I was a sweet potato farmer… this always brought a spanking from her… remember her giving me a toffee sweet to calm me down after a beating… I remember the sweet aroma of her food filling up the corridors each time she cooked… humming her favourite church hymn as she went on by her business… I remember this strong woman that made sure my family stayed what it was… a family… pulling the strings, and shining the floors, ironing out issues and everything…. My super woman…. I remember the day I was told she was no more.. I remember tears rolling down my cheeks… I remember it as though it happened an hour ago… I always thought she would be around…would be there when I introduced my wife to be to her… always thought she would be around to counsel me about women.. always thought she would be around to lift her grandchildren and tell them she loved them… to show them the love I felt them I were in her arms resting my head on her bossom…. Protected and invisible I felt.. But God had other plans…. I remember resting my head on her casket hoping I would feel the touch of her hand running through my hair… to tell me its fine.. to tell me it would be alright… to tell me she loved me… to touch her face and run my hands through it… the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh… that is what we base our comfort on… because the memories are too sweet to not shed a tear when thought of… Till the voice is heard and the trumpets sounded will I keep waiting for you… Queen of my life… *those with mothers who are still alive... remind them how much you love them...cherish every moment you share with them...never take for granted the chance you have to spend with them.*
Posted on: Sun, 12 Oct 2014 10:51:30 +0000

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