I am the protector. And yes I’ve answered my Mamas call for loves surrender. Chosen to show up anyway though dark and gloomy or sharp and edgy.
Be kind to OUR MAMA. I. Don’t give a shit about what she did to you. Look at me standing in the street. Loving her anyway. Go higher out of the Myer and muck. Dig deep into my pockets for candy to eat. I’ve come home to fucking bring it. What we need.
Stand back as I work God’s magic on Mama. And watch and see. Miracle do happen. And that’s what I bring. Turn the lights on. Clean up the heart and your mind. I’ve upped out status quo because Mama needs ya to be. A little more like me.
I am Mamas Lady Luck. She threw me down on God’s table in 1963. And I’m loaded dolls. With magic.
25. Is her number. Which reduces to a seven. Divine counterpart to her rescue. I’ll not let her down. Neither will you.