I recall as a little child, watching my Mom, writing and reciting poems. She was also an activist. When my Mom stood and vocalized her works, I was rooted to the spot with utter amazement, awe, and respect. Her voice, stance, look, her very presence, demanded ones full attention. Very much like my grandmother – irony; my Mom told me before she died, that I reminded her of her Mother. Imagine that!
But Mommy was no joke & in many ways, I am a lot like her. My Mom, taught me to always seek answers, always keep going, and no matter what, never give up, and that the mind has no limits. Before she transcended, I taught her that true love is real, change is possible, forgiveness is able, and accepting love is our right by divine creation.
I AM proud to have followed in her poetic footsteps, and published my own books of poetry (thanks again Antonia Valaire for giving me that push to do so). Mommy was the first publicist & poet in our family. I AM the second.
I AM taking my time, handling my business, and preparing, to fully immerse myself in my rightful place within existence. Unnuh watch di movements😉😄😊
🌹✍🏾”We’re All In This Thing Called Life, TOGETHER…Remember?”✍🏾🌹
“Namastè & One Love”❤💛💚