I totally forgot Mothers day this year.
Not the actual day cause it came and went and of course had to buy
grandma a card but I didn't write about it. I didn't post the google
doodle I didn't talk about my mother. I am sad that I didn't make the
time to aknowledge her on that day when everyone else was saying kind
words and thoughts about their moms. I did think about her. Posted a
quick miss u on FB. but Right now, at this very moment-- I am feeling
kind of emotional since it is that time of the month, my birthday is
approaching quick-fast and in a hurry in 2 days and all I want is to
hear her say happy birthday Tasha. I love you. You are a good
daughter. Stop crying over things you can't change, it will be
alright. Have fun, don't worry I am fine and be happy or any other
motherly advice. I guess I can pretend to hear her voice (crazy,
right?) or I can think these thoughts to myself to get me thru this
night with minimal tears... I mean we all have some coping mechanisms
but somehow crying or whatever just don't seem like it helps. I don't
know anymore when this will be ok (and I am really really really
trying to come to terms with this stuff before the wedding next week
for my good friend because thru all this it really solidifies a few
things for me
* with someone who loves you it can truly make life more bearable (as
I see it thru the various peoples who are in love and good love/
compared to the others who are divorcing & breaking up) they seem
plesantly content
* planning a wedding-assuming I find 'the one' and he hits his head
hard enough oh I mean loves me & proposes to me & I don't immediately
die from shock and say yes- my mother will not be there physically to
help and I am very hurt about this. so right now as I am gonna be a
witness/ bridesmaid to a wedding next week it is hard to see this.
Remember what happened in E's wedding where u has to leave the
reception when the mother/ dauhter dance came on... And to think I
used to be mad at any father/daughter dance thing as well... Little
did I know ...great more tears
Oh why even bother to think about this just whatever
Just stop, Sleep, and try for better tomorrow...
Born and raised in the South Bronx, New York (USA) I figured some thoughts, words, and musings of me would be entertaining- particularly because I say what I mean and of course I mean what I say. Yes, I am an educated African-American woman. Yes, I am a poet. Yes, I am emotional. Yes, I am strong. Yes, I am opinionated. Yes, I am single. Yes I am an avid drinker of coffee. Yes I am in constant struggle- oh and I can not spell, so don't judge [ok maybe a bit] Don't be scared, just be willing
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