My mama was a gift
And she still is
My ever present present
She poured so much into me
Confidence, courage, cockiness. She gave me her strength, her faith, her fire
And I am ever grateful…
Poetry, Fiction and Random Ramblings
My mama was a gift
And she still is
My ever present present
She poured so much into me
Confidence, courage, cockiness. She gave me her strength, her faith, her fire
And I am ever grateful…
Drifting on old memories
Ain’t nowhere I’d rather be
Than singing with you
Laughing like we used to
Eating all our favorite things
The pain of your loss still stings
Then I think of your smile
And all the times you went wild
Thinking about all the times we went Wawa crazy
And the days your eyes were hazy
We walked all of East Trenton twice
Always something nasty and something nice
You making stick art in the street
Without you, I feel incomplete