A Mother's Collection: Tissues, Bones, And Blood '(Third)
You filled my life with joy
on that hot sticky summer day
Daddy had hoped the old car would live to
take us to the hospital and back-it did just that-
and earning its place in the car grave yard.
In spite of the tangled web you'd woven, you
were destined to cross the threshold of sixties
into the seventies by valiantly fighting to unwind the
cord from around your neck and lifted to safety.
We were separated and you became 'you'
Boo, your tender heart and patience has been my delight.
You have a way of smiling appreciation for ordinary
things and changing them into extraordinary ones.
You stand tall, a man, in the theatre of time.
Son, mama's love is only one dimension of your life!
Son, from a little boy to present, I promised you a 'BIG CHECK'.
I have to admit that it must've gotten lost in the mail, but
Now, I give you my love...take it
and deposit it in your heart!
I share my rainbow, too
Admire its beautiful colors and shape:
The arc will be your protection.
You can't touch it-no one can.
But chase it to your delight, yet you
Can't catch it without rain.
A poetess gift:
On teary days, wrap yourself in rainbow's rays: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet…a lifetime gift. So cherish it! Finally my dear, I want you to enjoy this special day-and others too. Knowing that after the lightning, the storms, and rain… a burst of sunlight will brighten your way!
Happy Birthday, son!
July 6,2006
poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
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