Momma Poem by Misha parris

A woman of strength walking all alone never asking never crying.
Never straying from her path of righouness. A woman of God. an incessant thirst
For life. The woman who gave me life a paradigm of just this.
The cancer the cancer of life the cancer of my mishandling father, and the cancer of her
Breast. a constant reminder of her inevidable demise.
And when i ask momma are you ok? ? shes says iam in the arms of the lord
Angelic is she who knows the only hand she needs is the one of the lords
That emcompasses her everyday

By Misha Parris