Her hands! The soothing, satisfying touch that made all things better; all hurts and pains recede. To describe what it felt like to be touched by her hands. Warm, soft, caresses that applied lotion, powder and Love! She brushed my hair after adding a bit of hair ointment to soften the pull; it made me feel so good. And she told me I was her handsome, wonderful son! I will always love you, mom!
Her smile! She lit up my world with it, accompanied by a quick wink; we shared a secret bond, our birthdays just a day apart. I was her Virgo man and we understood each other with no words spoken. I lived to see that smile; still do! Smile again, mother!
Her voice spoke to me, at times, well above my years with a tone and timber, soft and modulated; sing-song and with truth. I know of no lie ever uttered by that voice. Her command of the language of a mother, filled with love, guidance and concern that I should hear and understand each syllable uttered; she had nothing but my best interests in her heart. You are amazing, Ma!
Her body…my shield! She stood in defense of me against any and all who, ill-advised, would think to do me harm. Sometimes, even myself! “You’ll have to go through me to do it!” What courage on display with the intent, only to protect me. What would I do without you, my warrior Queen!
Wisdom, worn quietly, of experiences I could only fathom. A child of segregation and hatred remembered but not allowed to fester and ruin her greater belief that something, someone more powerful than any man, ruled and would have the final say! I feel you, Lady!
What can I say of the heart of a being so touched with goodness that, even her anger was a caress? She chastised me and all I could do was acquiesce; beg her forgiveness because the last thing I’d ever wanted to do was disappoint her! Thank you so much, Momma!
My life because of you, was, is and will always be triumphant!
Happy Mother’s Day from your son, Anthony Paul!
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