This morning, I woke up with all my women on my mind!
NO, this is not a confessional...giggling,
I mean the women who raised me,
There was my Mama, Ora Lee, a fierce, passionate, take no prisoners kind of sister,
Tall, beautiful, with the coolest grey afro, it was graying since the teen years and she never,
Died it, she knew her smooth face looked even better with the grey hair,
She was known for her outspoken- independence, and being one of the flyest sisters on the planet,
On a fashion tip, I just knew her as Mama or Mama Lee,
The realest and the coolest, who raised her daughters to be fearless and independent,
Thanks Mama,
And then there was my Aunt Elouise,
Never had any children, but she helped raise all of us,
I can remember summers, she would have several of her nieces,
Marching us off to the swimming pool, to learn how to swim,
Then later in the day, she would braid our hair, make homemade biscuits,
And talk to us, she was tough, woo wee, was she tough, but a loving tough,
In her latter years she was 'my girl'...we would take off on little ventures together,
Then there was my Godmother, Ms. Eva, she lived to be 102,
She was there when I was born,
And part of my life forever,
She was so practical and honest about everything,
I remember her telling me about sex,
And protecting myself, and not settling for any wooden nickles from a man,
She was a bit more graphic than that, but this is a family show...
Man did I love those those women, and they loved them some me,
Now as the mentor to others,
I know that I am paying it forward,
But there are some days, when I miss being the youngster,
The one sitting at the feet of the elders,
But it's cool,
Just so glad, I was raised by those women!
Blessings!
angelia
