Thank you Gran Gran. I now know it was you who granted me access to a crazy lady’s house that could even see you inside me.

Blessed Mary Hobson Moreland this day.

You never gave up that I’d come home the wiser having been given away.

I know your there at the prayer rendezvous when I’ve wept and prayed. For a mother who’s blinded by her own pride she can’t even see you inside me. Who knew no mercy when I arrived and sent your precious great granddaughter away that fateful day and cursed herself calling me a curse.

Mercy is given after confession. That’s the rules. I should know.

The lord a contrite heart does not despise. But woe to the stuff necked fools. Mothers must learn.