Friday, June 3, 2011
happy birthday, Ma.
The sweetest and most stubborn lady I've ever known would have celebrated her 88th birthday today. I'd give anything to hug her neck just one more time.
And to have her look at me again this way in 43 days.
"But blue has never been bluer
True has never been truer
Honey never tasted so sweet
There’s a song in the breeze
A million voices in praise
A rose has never smelled redder
The sun has never been brighter
If I could find the right words to say
If you could look at my face
If you could just see this place
You wouldn’t cry for me today"
"You Wouldn't Cry for me Today," Mandisa
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