Rooted Poem by Clarence Williams

There were know instructions on how to be a mom,  mother or even Grandmother. But  you where just the best fit for the job.

A diamond in the rough, a way maker, the glue that stick the whole body of the family together. The person of heart,  carriage, and strength, a leader the engine that could! ! ! ! did,   and performed her task very well to the best of her ability. Woman  of many hats thee starlet, thee icon in her own right, the matriot, a strong tree planted by the river that can wither storms! ! ! by faith. I we salute you mother, woman, grandmother my mother.


Happy Mothers day