In honor of “Throwback Thursday,” I wanted to share a picture that I hold dear to my heart. It’s a picture that I took with my mother and grandmother – two people that mean the world to me. Without these two, I wouldn’t be here now.
My mother, the woman who gave birth to me, and raised me to be the best man that I could be. My grandmother, the kindest woman I know, who gave birth to my mother, and is the most caring, humble, loving person, that I know. I love them from the moon and back!
They surprised me on my birthday, the day of this photograph, and took me out to eat. 💙 One of the best days of my life.
Ps- It’s not my birthday yet, I just love this photo! ❤️❤️🙏🏽
Dear Mother, what can I say? We’ve definitely had our struggling days.
Longing for an entity that’ll never return. Looking for a soul that we can’t discern. A woman wounded from losing her lover. Tales and stories wrapped underneath a cover.
You gifted your offspring with imaginary tears of joy. Masking the pain inside with a smiling decoy. You were so hurt! This wasn’t fair! Why would your lover leave you this way? Did the Heavens even care?! Holding yourself at night, with the pain eating your heart. Cradled like a baby, and womb, being torn apart.
You uplifted your children throughout all the bad times. The bullying, the cutting, the giving up attempts. The crying, the nearly dying – nothing was exempt.
The pain turned you into a fighter – lioness protecting her kin from any outsider. You gave your all to shield your eggs. Fighting off any predators to secure the pegs.
The best mom, the warmest person, the giver of life, and the mightiest psalm.
What you’ve made it through took guts! Your children will always protect you. Our mother, our protector, the Matriarch, and our cover. Dear mom, thank you for always being here for us!
Passing knowledge down throughout the ages. Genetics evolving through different stages. Stories and rhymes to never forget the past. Songs and tales that will always last. Asking the outer voices for guidance. Listening to inner voices form an alliance.
One invisible soul, multiple colorful energies. One visible heart, several powerful synergies.
The elders guiding us through spirit. Their history, our actions, creating an appearance. Unique traits that only they can give. The beings within our essence, combining to live. The liquid of life, forever everlasting. Spells of inherited markers, for inner casting.
They’re our past, and together, we’re the future. Cells, experience, and features, intertwining a powerful suture. Calling on our sacred bloodline for help. Conquering any obstacle, together unparalleled.