My Daddy sang country music. And my Daddy’s within me. And my Daddy says that I am the product of the heaven he felt with my Mama.
End of that story.
I am the product of that union. I am the heaven they created together. Pure. Filled with love. So much love it gave me the strength to go home and straighten my Mama out about it. To let her see what love did to me.
What gift was made from within here, is. I am her child grown. Pure. Loving. Strong enough to rebuke the lies, to set her free. To see me. To see heaven within me.
