Mother...

This week, I have found myself frustrated a lot about simple things. Things that to most people sound pretty stupid. There was a time, when no matter how simple or stupid something was, someone would be happy or comfort me. It was mother.

I keep catching myself saying things that she would say, doing things she would do, etc.

I would cry. Whenever, I was sad, she was sad. I can still that look in her eyes. She so wanted to cry but instead she would just take my head and put in her lap and tell me " Its gonna be ok. Stop cryin. You're gonna make yourself sick"

Mother always had hope. She so wanted my Birth mother to get better. She always believed that my birth mom would get off drugs. It broke her heart. She raised my Birth mother and loved her so much.

These are the times that I so wish I could have mother here with me. To see me through the hard times. I'm an only child. My family doesn't want to have anything to do with me because of mother's love for me. Yes, it hurts. If I could just hear her voice again. Feel the touch of the soft hands weathered by this earth.

The week of her death, we sang at district competition by Moses hogan Called "Hear My Prayer". The last verse was "When my work on earth is done and you come to take me home just to know I'm bound for glory and to hear you say well done. Done with sin and sorrow. Have mercy . Amen"

Mother, I'm thinking of you. I love you miss so much. I need you here to help me. I love you and know that because of things you have taught me, I can go on.

Did you ever know that you're my hero,

and ev'rything I would like to be? I can fly higher than an eagle,

'cause you are the wind beneath my wings

Mother, I love you a bushel and a peck... You know the rest.

Your Baby,

Antony

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