Mama Mia

Mama Mia,

Ma, I have had you so much in my mind, heart, and Dream World lately. Ya-Hey! So much!

How are things up there in heaven? How's dad, Abuela Mary and your Ma, Grandmother Flossie. Mom, how is it that these white people that bleed same blood as you and me tell me that I have misspelled Abuela, as in my Abuela Mary? How's Uncle Chester and Aunt Helen?

Are you a singing Angel Mom?

O, my dear sweet Ma, there are so many times when I so need a Mamaw hug. Yep. I misspelled Mamaw. Ha! Fuck'em. That too, let me stop...

...mama mia, I think of the fun we would have had, and I share too when we have had fun in the now. I am knowing when you are with us Mom, for shits sake, you've been my only ma my whole life and I know you would have been throwing gang signals my way all day.

That's right. With all of your oddities and peculiarity's - you let me and let us children become and deal with our own peculiarity's and oddities and phobia's and shit. You were there for us my Mother Dearest. Mom, I miss your laughs. I miss your eyes, and I miss that smile. Your talks.

Your love is here in my heart today, Mama. Same as it always has been. Just as alive. Forgiven.

Mom, isn't that something great about little Maria having such a beautiful tiny baby girl. She may have your name with hers mamaw, I reckon. Ma, are you a Cooking Angel too?

Mama Mia, be well and don't get too mischievous up there. Stop by for a spell, okay ma?