I am my mother’s daughter…
I am her legacy.
I am my mother’s mirror.
I hope that in heaven, she feels the love reflecting from me…my sisters, and my brother.
Because we are our mother’s children.
We are her legacy.
Happy Birthday, Mama. We all love you very much.
Born on August 1st, our mother would have turned 50 years old today, although she would always be no older than thirty-six in our memories.
Our mother was the most beautiful woman I know-
flawless fair skin, lustrous jet-black hair, dark almond shaped eyes. Growing up I remember she would walk into a room and everyone would just turn to look at her.
I remembered thinking someday I wanted to have that effect on people. The kind of effect that would just immobilize people because of your presence.
Our mother was as beautiful inside as she was outside- always thinking the good in others, trusting them and loving them so unconditionally even though her heart broke into tiny little pieces doing so. She was alluring, as she was tragic.
Our mother watches us from heaven. We feel her presence in our daily lives. I am her eldest daughter, and I made a promise to her. My siblings- they know in my own way I am going to keep this promise. Every year, on the first of August, on our mother’s birthday, I remember this promise and how close I am to fulfilling this.
Because I am my mother’s daughter.
“All that I am or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.”
– Abraham Lincoln