Momma

 Friday is my mom's angelversary. Four years later it doesn't feel real.  My mom had me at 17 so I thought I'd have her forever.  In a lot of ways I took our time for granted.  I don't think we ever realize how much our parents mean to us until they are gone. She was such a hard worker and handled everything perfectly, or so it seemed. We grew up poor, but she never really let us feel it. We always had a spotless house and nice clothes and she was very creative when it came to feeding us.  Beans and cornbread were a weekly meal. I saw her heart break more than once,  but no one bounced back like my mom. After some hard years, my mom met Roy.  He embraced me and my sister and our children like his own.  Most importantly he loved my mom properly. I will forever be thankful knowing my mom felt loved. I think of all the lives she touched and I know her legacy lives on. So if you still have your momma, hug her tighter and make sure she knows you love her. I'm wearing my big girl panties, mama and I kept my promise. Until we meet again. 🌷