Category: Family


Some Days


Some days are harder than others
Some days the guilt of my existence
Is just overwhelming
Some days I think of her and smile
I imagine those blue eyes
Laughing when people have warred against me
Sometimes I can still see that blonde hair
Making me envious…lol
Sometimes I still smell her perfume
Some days I can still hear her words ringing in my ears
“I’m not strong enough to live without you…so God will have to take me first ”
Sometimes…I get so angry
At her self prophetic demise
She only had one fear
“I’m afraid one day I will fall asleep and never wake up ”
And one day…
She didn’t
And now all I can do
Is hope when she looks down on me
She is proud…
Of the woman I have become
Of the choices I have made
But I swear…
Missing her…
Is more painful
Than Lupus or Cancer
Bc I have survived those
But everyday
I get up
And I thank her
By living
By trying
By loving…all people
Bc sometimes…
Everyone needs that
I know I do

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1500 Days


1500 Days

 

1500 days ago I experienced my FIRST REAL heartbreak.

1500 days ago was the first time I had noticed this emptiness in my heart.

1500 days ago was the last time her phone would call my house.

1500 days ago all our plans for the future, together, vanished.

1500 days ago…I started crying.

And all of these are true. But also:

1500 days ago I became thankful for just having known her.

1500 days ago I felt the need to share her with the world.

1500 days ago my moments with her became memories.

1500 days ago…life became more precious than silver or gold.

1500 days ago I learned how strong I REALLY am.

You see, 1500 days ago, she left this place. It was unexpected…but soon became reality.

And while the tears will still find me and often catch me off guard; I know she suffers no more.

I know that she is safe and no one can ever again cause her harm.

1500 days ago I became humbled…at how very fragile life can be.

And while I miss my sister, like nothing I have ever experienced, I know her love lifts me up.

I know she is watching over me and my family…smiling.

And sometimes when a tear rolls down my cheek unexpectedly…I swear I can feel her hand wipe it away.

So on this 1500th day…I celebrate life, love and an amazing woman.

So 1500 days later, she still makes me smile…when I think of her.

And my gift to you, on this 1500th day…embrace life.

Take no moment for granted.

Say, YES I CAN.

Then DO.

Take advantage of every opportunity you have in this life, to create a chain of hope.

Link with people…who may have given up.

Shine your light all over humanity.

Love everyone…especially YOURSELF.

You have to be strong…the world will test you.

And while I wouldn’t wish my 1500th day on ANYONE…

I made it…I am still here.

We have work to do…

For even on my 1500th day…

I love you still!

The War On Men


The War On Men

 

There is an obvious war going on against men; and the common ammunition that is being used is the degradation of women.

Somehow we have gotten off course, men and women. We spend all of our time pointing fingers and placing blame on one another…and yet seem to have NO clue, as to why our families are broken.

We, as women, can get caught up in the whole, I will never submit to a man, mentality…since we are constantly at war with man.

As women we MUST try and understand and appreciate that there is no weaker sex. We do not have to feel like or be prompted to believe that we have to compete against or with him…at anything. There is no weaker sex…we are physically, emotionally and spiritually different. We have been given different roles. And if it is the roles that are causing the problems…perhaps it is self-loathing that we are talking about and not about men.

Men cannot carry or give birth to a baby. This is one of the most difficult tasks in the natural world to perform. Yet, a woman is the only human that can carry out this task…successfully. Where is the competition? Why is there a need….that has been CREATED in us…to feel like we have to compete?

Man may have a vision for his life, but let there be no mistake…woman makes that possible.

She is the empathetic voice in his ear.

She is the curve of his strong spine.

She is the look he gets in his eyes…when his heart feels full.

We should be less concerned about submitting or being less than a man is…and be content with who we are…REALLY. Let’s not forget, our husbands, and fathers are our guardians and protectors. But the women have the daunting task of being the foundation, from which all successes will be based upon. Woman will teach your children the same lessons that their father will, but from a different angled lens. Fathers may pull out the old “Man Play Book”; but your mom will pull you close to her. She will look into your eyes and through your conversation…she will speak directly to your soul. In harmony, your parents are giving you free will. You could choose your fathers way or your mother’s advice…but really they want you to find your own way. This is what a real family looks like. They are not calling one another by inconsiderate and insulting names. They are looking at one another with care and concern…after all our children are watching us. A family is a unit, it moves and flows together…as one. The problem as I am seeing it is this: we are choosing our partners without asking probing questions…about life, love, spirituality…and a TRUE understanding about who each one is…I mean who they REALLY are. We get so caught up in the thought or idea of finally not being alone…that we give little concern as to WHO…we are no longer being alone…with.

We are human so we make mistakes…and while that is a part of our growth; it is also important to learn from that mistake or error in judgment. We can hardly blame another person for simply being who they are. And as the poet, Maya Angelou tells us, “when someone tells you who they are…believe them.”

In all conversations, I have been a part of, when it comes to degrading women…very rarely do you see anyone taking responsibility. We may get mad at the rap video industry for displaying women, half-dressed. But rarely do we place responsibility on the women who are willfully participating in these videos. It is, in my eyes, difficult to place blame on a man for making that video…when there are women still willing to hold their hands out for that paycheck.

At times we may be made to feel like we are being short changed…but that is only because …as stated earlier, that we are in an invisible competition. It is NOT you against HIM…but there has been a very clear establishment that has helped to create this thought in our minds…especially with women of color. We have all been conditioned…but it isn’t too late to open our eyes.

We must put an end to this war on men…because let us remember that it is also a war on our sons. It is a cycle of hate …and we are in the unique position to change it. Men are not the enemy, but the reality is we do not usually speak the same language.

Often sex to men…just means he got sex…whereas sex to a woman can often mean there is something deeper than what he is saying. And it COULD be that; but not always. When men have sex with women, too often we are speaking a foreign language.

We must think about what he is CLEARLY saying…as opposed to what we THINK he means. We must take time and consideration when we are judging the intentions of others. Truthfully, his only intention may be…to just have sex. But we cannot run away from these types of conversations; just because they may be painful or out of some fear of having our hearts broken.

Often we are in love with the IDEA of being in love. After all, the phrase is falling in love WITH someone. Which means you are in it WITH someone. You cannot be in love WITH someone…alone.

There is a war on man…and the family unit as a whole. After all, if he fails…we all fail. And at this juncture in life, can we afford to keep doing the same things and hoping for a different outcome? Why fly blindly, when the vision is so clear.

We cannot continually keep telling ourselves that there will be a perfect time to tell him all he needs to know. There will never be a perfect time to tell her the things you haven’t found the courage to tell her,

The perfect time is an illusion. Sharing your life with someone is risky. So it really comes down to how much you care about that person and that relationship.

And keep this in the back of your mind: if he/she is unable to understand what you are going through, perhaps they aren’t the right one for you. OR, perhaps you just dropped that BOMB on her/him, and they are just needing time to absorb and organize the thoughts.

Either way we are talking about patience, consideration, and divine love.

The Storm


The Storm

 

I have written and spoken many times about Domestic Violence. This is something that I, personally, survived. I know there are some people that may want me to be quiet about it and there are others that may NEED me to be quiet about it. But the problem with this is that I dream of a world where women don’t have to hide their faces in social media. I dream of a time and place where women don’t have to hide bruises or make excuses for a man that has no self-control.

Whether this is a world that you are unaware of or if it’s a life that you have and are trying to keep quiet…here is my message to you:

I survived a difficult cycle in my life…but there are others that are experiencing it and have no voice. I will continue to speak out on this, because whether it fits into our ideas about who a person “really” is or not…this behavior exists. Unless you have been through this, I don’t even think you could fathom what that life is like. And if any of us want this behavior swept under the rug or would prefer that it is not spoken on here or on our radio show…I am left to wonder why?

Everything in the darkness always comes to light…no doubt about that; even if that light is only there to show us who we really are.

Abuse comes in all sizes and shapes, all races, creeds and religions; we cannot think that because a woman doesn’t come forward when WE think she should…if she comes forward at all, that it isn’t true. There is nothing as tormenting as hiding behind bushes hoping that you won’t be seen. There is nothing quite like…fearing nighttime. There is nothing like being afraid everywhere you go…no one should have to live that way…yet there are those of us who will tell you…that struggle is very real.

I will not minimize it or make it seem “not THAT bad” to make another person more comfortable. What happened to me and so many other women should be screamed from the rooftops…only then will this learned behavior stop.

There is nothing like the damage that abuse does to you. It leaves scars and we carry those scars forever. We forever carry around the weight that those types of experiences taint our souls with. It is one thing to survive it…that in itself is miraculous…because too many of us aren’t lucky enough to escape and others of us are too afraid to try but it is quite another to have to break the cycle. The real struggle is when we find real love…that everlasting love and we are so busy watching for cues and clues of abuse that we destroy the innocent in our lives. Of course, that is the point of abuse, to destroy us for another person. I beg of you to not let that happen. I know it isn’t easy. Bruises are so much simpler to hide and heal than a soul that has been tortured.

I will forever speak out against this horrific life cycle. I may make people uncomfortable, but if that is the case…maybe we should ask ourselves …why? Why do you, I or anyone need this swept under the rug? Are we sick of hearing about it or are we hiding who we really are? Are we speaking out of line with the people in our lives? Calling one another names…belittling one another. Is this the best that we can do? Would silencing me make things easier?

Unfortunately silencing me will not change anything…and too many of my sisters are being battered and broken, by people that claim to love them. The time for awakening is now. We don’t have time to sit around and try to figure out why he hits, pushes, slaps, punches, or verbally assaults her. We have no more time to try to find an understanding about why he holds her captive monetarily. While I hope these individuals get the help that they need…it is not the victims place to try and FIX him…because you didn’t break him. Sometimes we have to love people from afar.

As for myself, I will continue to speak out against anyone…male or female that abuses another human being. No one should have to live this way and hiding from it …changes nothing. If you are a man or woman in this situation…speak out…you have a voice. You are not alone…reach out.

For all others that have requested that I silence my thunder…the storm is just beginning…buckle up.

I wish you all light and love.

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~LM Young


Recently, My Rays of Light Radio did a show about Domestic Violence.

The show was not just about Domestic Violence, in general terms…but I shared my own person struggle with this terrifying crime.

Violence on any level is inexcusable, but when the people that we love and trust, not only turn their backs…but their souls from us…it can feel devastating.

It was brought to my attention that perhaps I was just using my bout with abuse, to try and collect sympathy. I found this thought…deeply disturbing and I was hurt and angered by words from a stranger.

But please allow me to squash that ill placed thought.

I, nor anyone else, need sympathy. I do ask, however, that we all try to develop some sense of understanding and compassion for the women, children and men that are forced to live like this.
Is there a way out? Usually. But the victim…is often too afraid of the idea, if they were able to get away….what would happen if he found her? Can you imagine the anger and rage that would find an abuser, if his/her only form of entertainment has escaped? Can you imagine being afraid to breathe, for fear of getting caught. What kind of violence would be laid on him/her then? What if they have kids? Who can keep the children safe if the victim cannot keep herself safe and sound?

This is true fear.

Talking about violence, when you are the victim…is necessary. If we keep quiet about this condition, too many people live with, it will continue. I pray that was not the intention of the person who felt the need to extend his/her thoughts my way. Domestic Violence touches one in three women…every day. Women are struck, slapped, punched, kicked, choked, raped, mentally manipulated, financially held prisoner and spiritually depleted. They are yelled at demeaned, demoralized, cursed at, and belittled. This is not a ploy for sympathy…it is simply the truth. This happens every day, to women, children, and men alike.

My Rays of Light Radio Network…will constantly shine light on issues…that thrive in the darkness.
Do I need sympathy, NO. Do I ask for your sympathy? NO.
But I caution you…we wary of your thoughts…for you always get from the universe…all that you put into it.

My Rays of Light Radio Network

It’s You


Some days are better
And some are much worse
But when you look for blessings
Instead of the curse…
The sun beams warmer
Your smile is brighter
After all who gets more loving
The lover or the fighter ?
Embrace every challenge
Be led by your ancestors chant
Speak only of positivity
No more talk of I can’t
Rise up freedom fighters
And uplift others too
No matter how dark the dawn seems
The answer to someone’s prayers…
Is you
LM Young

To My Sister


To My Sister

 

 

I was thinking about the day the Doctor told me I had Cervical Cancer.

The ground shifted under my feet; did she say Cancer? No, there must be a mistake. I just went in for a checkup a few days before…life was normal. Did she say cancer? No, she has me confused with someone else. Things like this don’t happen to me.

I must have looked at her like she was speaking in a foreign language, because she just looked back and didn’t utter a word. I felt her touch the top of my hand…I snatched it back, as if she sent an electric charge through my skin.

No, don’t console me. She was wrong. Do I look like a cancer patient? No. I do everything right. I am kind to people. I watch what I eat. I exercise. I pray. Things like this aren’t supposed to happen to people like me. I kept muttering to myself…what did I do wrong? I spoke a little too loudly. She responded as if I were asking her the question. She said there is often no explanation as to what causes a woman to start producing cancerous cells. Did she say cancer, again? I shook my head in disbelief…will someone make her stop saying that?

She asked if someone was with me, because we needed to discuss treatments.

Of course no one was with me…this was just a checkup, I thought to myself. Treatment, did she say treatment? Ummm, how do we get rid of it? I asked softly.

She smiled. “Why was she smiling?”

There is no cure for cervical cancer. No cure?

Okay, yeah, I knew that. Breathe…don’t forget to breathe. Do not pass out. I asked her, “Why do I have Cancer”? She gave me the generic, “there is no way to know why exactly”. She went on about genetics, diet, and other contributing factors, but wrapped it up by telling me that it may be none of the above. Why did I ask dumb questions? I knew all of this.

“Wait, am I going to die?” I almost couldn’t see her expression, blinking through my own tears. We are going to try and get it under control before we have to think about that.

Try? Breathe…don’t forget to breathe, Wait, don’t breathe too hard…you are going to start hyperventilating. It’s going to be okay, but you have to get a grip on your emotions, right now.

She started telling me that she wanted to try and freeze the cells…but the disease was too progressive. We have to do a biopsy; to see exactly what we are dealing with. My mind started spinning. How did I get to this place?

Two weeks before, I was in a car accident. For the most part, all of my injuries seemed superficial. My face was severely bruised, so much so, that on my first doctor’s visit; the nurse asked me if I was a domestic violence victim. Both of my eyes were black and blue. My face was swollen, and my lip was cut open, too. There were bruises on my thighs, ribs, and across both of my breasts.

It was the bruising on my breasts, which prompted me to visit my OB/GYN. I wanted make sure there were no lumps or anything like that since I hit the dashboard so hard.

The Doctor asked me if I wanted a pap smear while I was there. I can recall thinking, no. But for whatever reason, I said yes.

Two weeks later, there I was…living with cancer. My doctor said there was no telling how long I had actually had it. She said it could have been dormant in my system for a while, and the accident could have jarred something in me…causing it to spread.

How could I go home and explain everything that my doctor just told me? I had Cancer. I kept saying it over and over again as I got in the car. I thought if I said it enough, by the time I got home, I would be able to say it without crying.

I decided, instead of going straight home, I would go to see you. I needed a safe place to go, where I could fall apart…just for a minute. I just needed a minute. I kept praying all the way to your apartment…please, God…let me have this one minute.

I barely remember you answering the door. I just remember falling into you. You were confused. You kept touching my face, looking for a new injury. You were talking so fast that I couldn’t answer you. My mouth wouldn’t move. Finally, I told you that my doctor said that I had Cervical Cancer, and I just fell apart.

You kept saying NO…over and over again. You were crying so hard; I could no longer determine who was consoling whom. I told you that unless the treatments worked, before it started spreading further, I might die. Somehow, you mustered up all of this strength and told me that was NOT going to happen.

You were an angel to me in that moment. You went with me to tell mom. It was no longer me having Cancer, but us having it. During the entire ordeal, your faith and strength never wavered; you continued to be the glue that kept me together.

You were my anchor during every pivotal moment in my life. You encouraged me, laughed with me, and let me lean on you.

And then there was silence.

I don’t think I ever thanked you enough. I don’t think I ever told you I loved you…enough. I will regret that for the rest of my life. I will regret everything we didn’t do, and all things we didn’t get a chance to say.

I love you…and I know you are living pain free so I know I must sound selfish…I am sorry.

I just miss you so much…

 

Love,

Me

 

Love As I Know It


Love As I Know It

 

Love is so much deeper than a musical lyric. . It is the primal source from which we all have come.

Can love be intimate? Of course, but love more than a physical desire- for often that has less to do with love and more to do with lust.

I am not here to talk you out of your desires. Often they are telling us something about ourselves; that even we, do not yet realize. Many people will deny their carnal desires- out of some loyalty to a thought or ideal about themselves.

Acknowledging a hidden sexual desire does not mean you have to or will become something/someone sordid. It only means there is a piece of you which is untapped. We can safely embrace these facets of our sexuality- even if only in a fantasy/role play; with our loving non-judgmental partner.

Love is kind, even in the wake of a storm. It is passionate- which is what drives us. It is not necessarily a thought of another person; it can be an idea or cause…which drives you. Love is completely encompassing. It is the basis of all emotions, idea and the greatest source of all creation.

Love, like our Creator, is all around, inside of, beside and beneath us. It never fails us. We, however, may develop a tainted way of embracing it. We may feel that we are owed a certain type of love; which is less about love and more about our own sense of ego.

People are not merchandise. If love isn’t given away freely, without expectation- it can become a bargaining chip.

Many women, who have endured physical and emotional abuse, may have viewed this type of controlling behavior…disguised as love.

But love knows nothing of boundaries. It is not something which can be used as a down payment.

When we use phrases like- “I will if…” or “Only if you…” we are making a claim which is not ours to make.

Love magnifies; it doesn’t dissect. If we attempt to place love under a microscope for the purpose of an attack on another’s character- it will be us who will be judged most harshly.

Love is gallant; it is valiant. Love is an untapped reserve.

Unfortunately, we tend to take a relationship, which didn’t work out and blame that on love. Truthfully speaking relationships do not fail us. We do, however, often spend too much time attempting to mold them into something they were never supposed to be.

We hold on too tightly to a leaf, as if one day, it will become the tree. We fail to see things for the blessings they are and we become angered by the reality of the situation.

Some people are supposed to be; no more than the energy that pushes us over a small speed bump. It would, perhaps, be unwise to make that person a member of your pit crew. Learn when to let go, for there is so much love, even in that decision.

Try to recall learning how to ride a bicycle for the first time. Most of us had someone we trusted pushing us along, cautiously, making certain we didn’t fall. But eventually, they loved us enough to let go. We may have been wobbly, at first, but, in time, we were able to ride freely.

Love is not binding or brash. Love is giving without regard to self. Being loving to another does not take away from who we are. If the type of love we are exhibiting for another; becomes self-destructive for us- it is not love.

When this happens, it can be more about control or neediness. We should veer away from these types of relationships.

The mindset which tells us; certain behavior will show our loved ones that we are the ones which TRULY love them. This is a full blown manipulation tactic; even if we are only manipulating ourselves.

We must be cautious when truly relating to people. Relating refers to the transfer of all types of energy. Physical energy is only one variant of this type of transfer. We MUST keep in mind that the people we share energy with, be it in touching, conversation, thoughts or other transfers, will also share our energy with others and they with us.

Love is the divine transfer of energy. It is that energy which is transferred by the heat of the sun’s rays; the water splashing across our feet and the sand sinking beneath our feet, as we walk upon the beach. That source which tilts our faces toward the sun and brings a smile to our faces.

Love is the steady beating of drums, which aligns with our own heart rhythm. Love is the sprouting of a plant; which we have watered and cared for, since the moment it was planted. It is nothing less than love; which prompts us to pull weeds away from a garden, carefully making sure it has plenty of healthy breathing room.

Love is that soft melodic voice we use when speaking to a baby or a puppy. The tone alone which is saying- I mean you no harm.

Love is expressed with empathy and compassion. It is felt in an unexpected smile.

Contradictive to what the author tell us…you can always go home, because home never leaves us. It is the ground beneath our feet. It is the foundation by which all else is constructed. What we should try and remember is that what we carry around with us- which we may have chosen- is sometimes the very thing that can do us harm.

Pain will always exist. It can live in a debilitating illness, or by chance…like when we stub our toe. Suffering, however, is optional. We may have endured great pain or injury, but we do not have to become that pain.

Instead, we could choose to carry around the wise words of a grandparent or the thoughtful words of a complete stranger. We could use our words to divide and conquer- or to gather and reap. We can burn down a forest or embrace its majestic wonder. We can huff and puff until we blow the house down, or we can mindfully breathe…allowing our lungs, body, soul and spirit to become one with the universe.

People are going to hurt us- pain is inevitable. We will have expectations of people that they will not be able to live up to; but we do not have to suffer. Our soul is resilient- it can withstand more than a human mind can wrap itself around. Pain is instantaneous; suffering can stunt growth and development. Even while reading this…feel the tension in your neck and shoulders. Notice how your jaws are tightening. Note how your brow wrinkles…while your mind tries to fight these truths. This often happens when we are holding onto our suffering.

We can choose to hold onto this: formal, stern, straight face…or not. The only we must do is to choose. Even in reading this, be mindful of your facial muscles and hands.

Is your face relaxed? Are your hands clinched or crossed across your chest? Are your jaws clinched tightly? These are typical signs that you are resisting, even the possibility of another’s ideas; even if these may help you and/or your understanding. Many of the actions/reactions mentioned can symbolize resistance or closed off behavior.

We must keep in mind: Everything that is said to us is not necessarily meant FOR us…specifically. It would be wise for us to take the valuable information- apply it to our lives and pass it on to others. All things deserve consideration, respectfully.

With that thought in mind, consideration does not mean to think of the many ways to shut down the information; but t be open to the possibility which may lead to a deeper understanding.

Be considerate of the way we receive the information. Be mindful of the “rolling of the eyes” and “smacking of the lips”; even if the other person cannot see or hear this response.

Energy is a powerful force. We must consider the idea that our energy, whether verbal or inaudible; can open our minds or close them off. When we are open to energy it may lead us to a deeper understanding of life, love and spiritual awakening.

We must take heed; being mindful and thoughtful is about love and respect- not about giving or having leverage, over another person.

When love becomes a game, it becomes dangerous. We must always remember that in a game…someone must lose. Participating in a tug of wills, only leaves one or both parties…feeling broken.

Love is respect, kindness, empathy and compassion.

When we search for love, it can mean a few things:

  1. We are seeking intimate touch or sexual contact
  2. Or, we have yet to learn that love is the essence of what we are.

Love exists without stipulation. There is no boundary, or walls so great that it can be held back or held down.

Love all things, all of the time. Love will never fail you- embrace it and share it with the world.


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On Tuesday’s radio show, we talked about Lupus awareness; how it affects those of us who have the illness and those who love us.

It was a beautiful show, as we had much participation. Our special guest was Delma Carlton; it was a blessing to have such an inspiring woman with us.

Delma is a runner; and in November she will be running the New York Marathon for 3 great causes: Lupus, Autism, and Charge Syndrome.

After research I found that, CHARGE syndrome is a disorder that affects many areas of the body. CHARGE stands for coloboma, heart defect, atresia choanae (also known as choanal atresia), retarded growth and development, genital abnormality, and ear abnormality. The pattern of malformations varies among individuals with this disorder, and infants often have multiple life-threatening medical conditions.

I want to thank Delma for all her efforts in bringing attention to these life altering conditions.

In efforts to try and help her achieve the goals she has set; she has a site where we can all donate.

I would encourage, if you are able, to take a look at the site and donate if possible.

I want to thank you all, in advance, for your care and concern.

I wish you all Light and Love…

~LM Young


 

Greater than She wouild mention pic

You see her everyday

And yet she goes without attention

She moves ever diligently

No one even seems to mention

The sacrifices that she surrenders

The life strides that she makes

Her woes are gone unnoticed

She never seeks what we take

Often wearing a smile

So we never feel her pain

And tomorrow when we wake

She’ll do it all again

She is a beautiful warrior

And her armor is so divine

She is every woman we know

She’s your mother or mine

Our joy is her reward

And she wears it like a crown

Even if we seem ungrateful

And sometimes let her down

The passion found in her eyes

Is not about her own rewards

But the help she’s given others

And what they are striving towards

She’s our very own routing section

Our fan club president

Never complaining about what she doesn’t have

Or the time she has spent

On cheering us on

With our daily dreams

This undefeatable force

Who promises brighter things

She never lets us down

Unless she has no other way

She gives us hope for the future

Pushing us forward today

Unfortunate at times

We tend to take for granted her love

But she is vigilant still

Like our Father from above

So today when you have a moment

Make one if you must

To give thanks for the woman

The first you did trust

And tell her that you love her

And because of her…your love will increase

To all the beautiful women in your life

And to all the people that you may meet

Never forget her sacrifice or the fact that she

Made it without regret or intention

Knowing the blessing of being your mother

Was greater than she would ever mention

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