Joy

Last night, I cried myself to sleep to the thought of my Momma.

Oh, how I do miss her face.

I never have seen such beauty in another woman.

So, I guess that means I need to make a list of the things that made, no that make her

beautiful.

1. Her eyes-blue (I got mine right from the baby factory)

2. Her sandy blond hair

3. Her face (you could tell though times may have been hard she laughed alot)

4. Her laugh

5. Her love that she shared for her entire family (that's including 8 brothers and sisters)

6. The way she loved my sister and I

7. The way she played with her grandaughter

8. The way she called me her Baby

9. Her ability to be totally and completely honest with me

10. She told me she would love me no matter what I've done.

This list is so small compared to her beauty but I think this will open the door at least.

Mothers lovely as they seem can sometimes seem so mean.

But mine she is dear, but makes her point quite clear.

With hollerin' and spankin's she'll get the job done.

And finish up with a hug and whisper I love you honeybun.

Yes that's my Momma, Joy.