She
was the angel on my shoulder, while the devil was surrounding me, persuading me
to engage in everything she asked me, “Not” to do.
Her
life experience and seasoned maturity spoke through her voice of care and
concern for me, but usually the devil in me won.
She
stayed on her knees praying her pleas to the all mighty, that I wouldn’t turn
up missing, or dead. She prayed f…or stability so I would keep a healthy mind
and not flirt with insanity.
She also prayed I would be in good bodily health, and for some reason her prays
NEVER fell on deaf ears. The Lord willingly agreed to her terms because I am
still alive.
Love
was the language often spoke from her lips, along with a couple curse words
from time to time ,when a situation presented itself.
Phrases like, “Lawd, have mercy!” or “God don’t like ugly!” Followed by maybe a
lil of “ Baby you gotta get tougher skin!” Rang in my ears. Melodies of
correction to get myself together.
It
must have been difficult to carry the weight of others, especially when she had
more compassion for others than they did for themselves.
She
was a living book who’s title was,“Virtue."The pages of her life was
knowledge and applied knowledge, wisdom. Each line on her face was written with
praise. The sun sparkled in her eyes.
She
owned the hard substance of, "I don’t give a damn,” she wore on the
outside, with the soft substance of faith in the interior. This I bet, made it
easier for her to maneuver through life’s ups and downs.
She
always seemed to know what to do, when I didn’t know what to do. Sometimes when
she didn’t really know what to do, was when she went to God and she knew he
knew what to do. That’s what she did.
She
held an awesome position in the family and in my heart.
I hope where she is, she is radiant with pride ,knowing I am not
the finished product and also knowing
One day I will be joining her in glory.
