We were never on even ground were we? There was always some shade of fear or pain or both that kept us stumbling and falling away from each other. This morning as I lay here now in ripeness of years that were yours, your memory wraps me in a blanket of salty sweetness that I am grateful to feel.
Sitting between your knees as you oiled my scalp and braided my hair on those Ohio summer afternoons stays with me. You were the one who told me that bees made honey from clover. You told me the name of the Mourning Dove, the Sparrow and the Red Bird.
You gave me my life long love of words, books, and learning. You taught me that there is more to life even when you don't have money for new shoes.
You showed me elegance and grace with your pearls and Shalimar worn only for the most important occasions. You taught me how to navigate a world that is not a friend to little Black girls and I am here and still standing.
I am here and the world is good and I am still your daughter. I miss you everyday since you passed. I love you Momma. Happy Mother's Day.