Years ago I wrote a poem entitled “Dear Momma.” This was written to honor my mother while she was here with us, while she could hear and experience first hand the gratitude that I feel for all that she did for us growing up. I have performed this live for her as poetry, and as music. It has always been an honor, and a great pleasure to say these true words to her.
Anyone who follows my writing knows that my upbringing was challenging. A look through some of my stories will show moments of hardship, friendship, sadness, loss, and much more.
The rock, the stone, the light that always kept me going was my mother. I never wanted to disappoint her. So when it came time to make difficult choices, my desire to make mom proud was always a factor.
I could write about this for a long time. Here is a simple video I made for my mom some time ago. I’ve thought about having it professionally made, but I decided that the personal touch, even if a bit amateur, was the best in this case.
I give you my heart and soul, in the form of musical poetry, “Dear Momma.”
Just a life long New Yorker sharing the journey through my lens. Please take note of a post’s date. The views I express here are subject to change and evolving as I grow and learn.
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