My Dearest Mother…

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My Dearest Mother,

You are the sweetest, most confusing woman I have come to know but I still love you so…

Your ways seem so difficult or I just don’t perceive them correctly. Although things haven’t been handled with care like I hoped and pray the respect is still there.
You have gone through a lot of changes, challenges and experienced more than most could bear…

But lets prepare to fix what seems withered before it brakes, do what is needed and whatever it takes.

To keep love in our hearts and our minds from the what’s dark and twisted by being optimistic and yet realistic in this crazy world gone completely ballistic…

I Love you MOM!

mother and son!

mother and son!

Hope is Drawn a number of different ways

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Hope is Drawn a number of different ways

Why does it drive us apart instead of together, why does it drive some crazy and others to be lazy. I am honestly tired of the political bickering and religious bashing.

outside of my house it seems like everyone wants a reason to dislike someone or they only feel alive when they gloat in their basking glory.

I feel like the hardest part of being a parent is the apparent problems. there is so much desire in the world to pull people towards their thoughts and opinions and everything outside of their truth is wrong. Free your Mind….and your heart will never be trapped.

Don’t believe what I believe just because it looks cool, because that’s not cool.

Wife For Life

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Wife For Life

I recently married the “only” woman that refused to leave me despite my financial or emotional hardships. This woman is truly awesome to me. although she can be a handful at times she is worth her weight in Diamonds not gold.

She moved in with me, I lost my job she refused to let me struggle alone, soon the lights were cut off, she refused to let me sit in the dark alone.

She made her shoulder available even when she needed a shoulder to cry on herself. her Honesty and morale is the sweetest flavor to savor because bitter lies never touch her tongue but she can tell when they touch her ears and she inst afraid to say what she feels.

She is the only reason I can go on after my Brother passing. I love you Tyesha Smith!