…Jeanette, the Beautiful…
Flooded
By an overwhelming abundance, an endless assortment
A cornucopia…Of overflowing emotions
Enough to almost leave me frozen, hesitant, and reluctant
But it doesn’t…
Not when it comes to the love, that I have for my mother
How could it?!
The hardest part, is once I start I’ll just want to keep on going
Describing, who, in my eyes, is the epitome of woman The one, indespinsable person, of such vital importance
I’d be incapable of disregarding, even if I tried… And I’d never try!
For she, is with me… Always by my side The source of my pride…So full of life
Often times, she has been the only reason why I stand convicted
Forever in position to strive…to endure…to survive
To discern & realize
To be grateful for time
Humble, and thankful for mine
So, sometimes I cry… And for my Momma, that’s alright
Because my tears are joyous
-Your Baby-
(John G. Harris “thee 3rd”)