From Momma's baby boy

Although I am saddend by the knowledge of foreseeing the day

when her eyes permanently close,

I know within heavens gates their shall grow

a Ruby emerald rose,

for her inner strength embraces her body

comfortably like a robe,

just as her feet are destined to pace every axis of the globe,

the trail of love she shall leave behind will blossom into a fruitful grove,

engraving her soul peacefully in the wind,

as the angels will say, "Celestial is the grace this black widow has wove."

As if her heart firmly holds heavens gates keys,

faithfully she thanks the Lord for blessings yet to come,

with her head bowed while on bent knees,

blind folded like the eyes of justice she paints peace with ease,

using the earth as her pallet which navigates her brush strokes 360 degrees.

With a love so pure she is always inspired to free the captured

ship from the bottle,

leading by example to represent herself as an established role model,

her overcoming many trials & tribulations in her life can easily

be scripted as a novel,

however meek and humble is she and she sets her prayers free...

hoping we as a people can see tomorrow!

Evidence that her heart was hand crafted by one of Gods

most proficient architects.

My mother, My dearest love, My hero, My mother...

My strength, My mother, My mother, My heartbeat...

Although we haven't always been on the same page, somehow we managed to remain in the same book.

I LOVE YOU

From your youngest son beneath the sun...

Timothy G. Green © 2006

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