The day I began to grow within her was the day love for another woman grew.
And she gave that love wings. And that love flew back to clean up a mess.
To prove to her. Her love is real alive and living in me today. Xox.
No great love is to lay your life down for another. I would say now. No greater love than to share your love with another.
I’ve cried for my Mama Jean. So that Mama could hear her. Recognize herself in another woman who took on what she made.
That’s love. I am love. Love is what I was made from and what Mama Jean kept alive in me is what Mama must see.
Another woman loved her through me. Through difficulty. Through betrayal. And never stopped showing up.
Whatever was said was said to trigger all guns. For guns have no place here in my story. Love is all around. If Mama can’t see? I think she does. Now.
Christ in action took me. Through this dark world so misunderstood. And she held onto what Linda Made and has never let go.
That’s God. That’s love. And that’s the lesson.
Unity beyond boundaries. mama Jean loved me and in so doing. Love Mama.
God is real. If you thought something else? Consider yourself punked.
By a pretty smart orphan. Who’s not an orphan at all. Through the eyes and body from Linda. I learned about how to love Linda through Jean.