MY MOTHER,MY FRIEND
AS I SIT AT THE KITCHEN TABLE WITH MY MOTHER AS WE SHARE A CUP OF COFFEE TOGETHER,I LISTEN TO MY MOTHER TELL ME HER
STORIES OF YESTER YEAR.
I LOVE TO HEAR ABOUT HOW SHE GROW UP AND ABOUT HOW THING'S WHERE WAY BACK THEN AND WHEN MY MOTHER WAS
COMING UP.
AS SHE SPEAKS IN A SOFT AND GENTLE VOICE I CAN ALMOST
IMAGINE THAT I WAS THERE TOO.
I CAN SEE MY MOTHER IN THE COTTON FIELDS PICKING COTTON.
I CAN SEE HER TAKING CARE OF HER GRANDMOTHER SO HER
AND MY AUNT CAN HAVE A PLACE TO STAY EVEN THOUGH SHE
WAS JUST A CHILD.
AS MY MOTHER TELLS ME THE STORY OF HER UNHAPPY CHILDHOOD,I AM SO PROUD TO BE HER DAUGHTER AS
WELL AS HER FRIEND.