So many mothers are wearing black dresses these days, and no its not for dinner parties or a cultural event. Black, White, Hispanic, Asian, Italian or Jewish, Muslim and all mothers. Mothers are laying to rest their babies of all ages.
Its not how we lived our lives; in the eyes of someone else. It's how we loved on each other, our children, family, mates and a few good friends; if there are any living of those true friends who appreciated the idea of change. And share the true story behind the journey of those at rest; footprints.
Tonight I was thinking to myself as I prepared my son to rest. It was 2 days before we talked about a life for his children. It was the night before we would say I love you for the last time. And the next morning his life was robbed. If only I had one more day to say again; its impossible to do Gods work. And love on people that are incapable to respect, communicate and love you back no matter what you give.
We assume to no one another. But no one knows a child; like his or her mother. And even if we fuss & disagree. A son will always seek his mother for love, truth and understanding.
If you never had a bond with your child or children. Love is not dressing them in fancy clothes. "Yelling to the top of your lungs, in bullying a child to hurry in grow up". Are neither is cohabitation a confirmation you own someone. Love is not arguing in a relationship and creating animosity for someone who is willing to give more of; what you are willing to take in the end. And distrust is not loyalty in a friendship.
This song gives me comfort. Someone is in need of comfort as well. Even if you have not lost a child. The idea of losing a child should encourage you to change if not build on that relationship.
Our race & struggles maybe disputed & segregated. But heartache is a state no race of man can escape. You Just Don't Know.
In memory of our Sons & Daughters.
