Her Eyes

When I look into her eyes I feel warmth, understanding. I feel loved. I feel an unconditional love; a happenstance kind of love; because love is in her heart, it exudes in the way she moves and softly speaks.

When I look into her eyes I remember the Mommy daughter talks that bring me clarity each day. The words of wisdom I never understood; now I fully appreciate their value.

When I look into her eyes I see strength; power and spiritual conviction. I see a woman who lived a life layered with circumstances that she manifested into greatness; difficult times into triumphs.

When I look into her eyes, I SEE, FEEL and UNDERSTANDS love.

God made each of her children full of love, and he made one a replica of Mommy. That one that serves over, above and beyond every second, every minute, every hour, every day, every time.  The one that takes excellent care of the woman behind these eyes.

In their eyes, love speaks volume.

Thank you Jehovah❣️

Aunties Rock

Feeling a certain kind of way…a little nostalgic. Thinking about these women who I watched throughout my child life. My strong Big Mama and her girls: Mommy who has been mommy to many and who always taught me to be the best person God expected of me. Today, I look at her and I can’t stop thanking her.  I am so grateful that Jehovah God chose her to be my Mother.

My ‘no nonsence’ Aunt Queen, my ‘rock solid’ Aunt Ann and my ‘glamour diva’ Aunt Rosie.

My aunties were every and anything to me. So different and yet so much alike. I didn’t realize as a child that they were teaching me as I in awe watched them navigate through life. 

I am each one of them and I miss them terribly.

That’s all I have to say…💜