Missin Momma,
I miss my mom today. I remember her voice. She never raised it. She frequently laughed to tears. She distracted the grandkids when both wanted the same toy by a word. She cooked the gourmet concoctions. She gave guidance. She loved her garden. She grew squash just for fun. She asked how things were going. She never was vulgar--ever. She visited her neighbors every day. She gladly took care of my dad when his mental health went south. It went south a long time ago. I love you my dearest Momma.
Walter Boy