A Letter To my T- Jone

I ought to be a little subtle about how things actually went down.

Whether you were in the house fuss'n or if we were outside wrestling outside on the ground.

Angela and Melissa could not understand how we said some of the things to each 
other that we would say.

How we acted towards each other and why you would respond in such a way.

At the time they did not realize what we had actually been through.

How at times I would not eat just so you would be able to.

How you sat and looked at the look on my face when I had things taken away from me.

You felt what I felt and even saw things that I really could not see.

I really can not say that I learned affection from you but love I saw a lot.

I was given from God a gift that so many people never got.

I recv’d time, love, respect, an occasional beating when deserved.

A lesson from you I did not get from my dad, which was important for me to learn.

While we were home alone we had more time to understand each other.

I am proud to say you were more than mom, we were like sister and brother.

From showing me how to shake a man’s hand, to how I should treat my wife.

I have to thank God for Mother’s Day and for having you in my life.

"xpressurself"