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I sit back as mama combs my hair

 and begins to grease my scalp

Shes telling me about the days she was smiling

And the nights she went without

About the beatings she would catch when sneaking out  to meet my daddy

Kissing behind the oak tree and planting their family seeds

Listening to Mama stories I cried and she cried

Especially the story when her first child died

Mama stayed strong through her weakest moments

She stayed with my father whom couldn't stay faithful

When I think about it ,Mama could never braid

She just enjoyed having a listening ear as she  reminisced about her younger days

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love_supreme says:

Very nice

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Colette says:

The Love of our Mommas. I have what I call “Tea Time” with my daughter. It’s more like a “what’s the tea”moment where we tell each other something we never knew. This was a Beautiful reflection of a Wonderful, Strong Mother daughter relationship. Love It.

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Pourit says:

Thank you beautiful souls!
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The Immortal Wize says:

Phenomenal capture.

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mlowe5 says:

Beautiful! A lovely tribute. Thanks for sharing. Gave me many wonderful flashbacks. ONE. Peace and Love.
 

Newpanther says:

hot chocolate poetry... on a cold winter's day...

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