Grown don't mean nothing to a mother. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown? What's that suppose to mean? In my heart it don't mean a thing. ~Toni Morrison, Beloved
My sister was kind enough to ask for the print out, "for my sister's blog," she told them, and my mom noticed the "heart shape" of her heart and suggested I color it in and embellish it. That I did, including some rainbow color to her clear arteries and some tiny heart crystal hearts, and of course the key to her heart.
My mom received her surgery three days ago and is beginning to heal. Happy Mother's Day Mom!
My mother is a poem
I'll never be able to write,
though everything I write
is a poem to my mother.