A grown-up Little Girl’s tribute to her mother. (Kimberly is my still Best Girldfriend Blogger.)
You were a gypsy queen
who sat cross legged on golden oak floors
guitar on lap, singing about being His “Flower Child”.
You wore bell bottomed corduroys
and wire rimmed John Denver glasses
making even Chicago a “country road” to home.
Your hair was straight
and long and brown, no curly grey
to interrupt its beauty. And you were just that…a beauty.
You made bean soup and corn bread
a special event, ironed cloth napkins
and all with a side of fried okra.
You were crazy in love with Daddy
treating him like the great man
that He was because of the great woman you are.
You hid behind trees, until certain
that I could walk to school
alone. We laughed about it even then.
You exude femininity and womanhood
because you make everything you touch more beautiful.
The world is a much better place for having had you.
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