The hardest day of my life was the day i lost Moma , it was Summer the sun was Shining high my spirit was low , loseing moma was like losing an arm, something that you can’t imagine being without yet you lost , an unimaginable fate ,unimaginable part of you lost forever , i saw a bird perched on a lim outside my window i imagine it was moma returning to watch over me to protect me, still and to care , the smell of baked cookies , the rainy days , the ray of the sun helps me remember Moma. she was a force she moved mountains ,Conquered hearts paved many roads just for us she symbolized a Royal Equisite rare diamond , far beyond her value unaware of her powers, , the one person you always knew was in your corner who believed in you who dreamed for you , who made dreams come true ,i know she would be proud of the progress i have made of the courage i had in her last days ., when someone hugs me i imagine it is her spirit here to say its ok .,Moma is a ray of hope even now a perfect symbol of triumph and ability, i was taught by her to care , and to love , to live right and to not judge. this woman of remarkable courage, and strength the compass in which was left for me to follow is her christian beliefs and moral standards . I never knew a person could impact my life this way , until that day she was gone ., gone are the smiles and the stares at me when Im wrong , gone are the cakes she baked with love , and the spice of life she gave us ., just like a mother bird she left her nest for the last time , in hopes her young would florish , Thrieve Achieve and Excelle to the highest hieghts , she was good at showing her faith ,in the face of dispair she smiled so we woulnd’nt worry, thank you god for the faith she had in me . i try to imagine my life if she had never birth me , its no telling where i would be , she paved many roads to my successful and hopeful future . the most valuable thing i own is her courageous spirit she left for me. . Mothers day is just another day without her, ThanksGiving i can only give thanks to god for her ., Easter i rise to my feet and give honor in my Easter prayer , Summer Winter , fall goes by and every season she remains the same in my heart, if you love your mother you know my void my pain , when i woke up one day and realized she was gone day one was unimaginable , day 2 i saw the sunshine peeping above the clouds , the first year passed i made it , i had to run my mind through a marathon of reasoning, to get to the finish line to bring my self to understand my lost ., its was not just gods will to take her, she was the gift that god reserved , , she goes to prepare a place for her babie birds someday ., my mother healed me in a way because her leaving force me to know her mission here ., her leaveing was her plann to mend bridges ,she could not do while here . but she did her best and for that im proud. of her ., she never hide her failures , she never ran from her enemies and she never met a stranger she would not feed . she was a nurse , a docter a indian chief , she wore many hates just so her children could have the best .she could afford. Loyal to her committments, , dutiful to her duties . reaching in the darkest deepiest parts of her soul for answers to teach me what she never knew .asked for nothing . but love and care, respect, and protection from her love ones , a daisy in a field of lillies as she glide above me.blowing a kiss.,
I could not tell you every thing that she means to me in just a few words., it hard to explain the essence of my moma; moma a burst of a zillion lights , mighty as a lions roar., a little lady destine beyond to be a Queen . on that day i saw her last she was glowing with beauty. as they buried her on the hill i remember hearing her voice say dont cry for me . im still here with you ., one day i
i opened my emotional mail box to get my mail there was a letter from moma it said thank you my child thank you DEARLY MOMA .
in my mind this letter was important to me . now i know her spirtit follows me all the day of my life .
and thats the blessing thats clearly the blessing jhuff / author