Little Mama   I grew up all too soon. your daughter became my daughter. Woman of the house was my title Little Mama was my name. Check Homework, style hair, wash dishes, comfort her when you weren’t there. This was my game. I am 26 a woman with a Mother’s heart, Hidden deep inside are my emotions. Eleven years have gone by From time to time I still Cry. No one sees the tears hidden deep inside. I must be strong and carry on. Little Mama, can you do my hair? Bye, bye mommy I must get back to work. Suzanne Elizabeth Uzzell