By Arlene Hosea
As we approach Mother’s Day, I am reflecting on the women in my life. Those who taught me much and went through many trials and tribulations to create a pathway for me and others that was smoother than the one they walked during their time on this earth. Those women were Hattie, Cartheda, Loretta, and Joanne, my grandmothers and my sisters who left us too soon physically but continue to give spiritually.
However, there is still one, the one that gave me life and to this day continues to lift me up when I am down, cradle my head on her lap when I need a good cry and look me straight in my eyes when I am wrong and tells me so. The one is my mother Josephine Mazique Hosea. Crystal Adame pays tribute to The One in her life and this poem seems fitting for my mother and the other mothers in my life.
The One
By Crystal Adame
The one who brought me down to earth,
and held me every day.
The one who gracefully gave me birth,
and said, I love you in every way.
The one who taught me everything,
like how to crawl and walk.
The one who taught me how to sing,
after learning how to talk.
The one who told me, stay in school,
and always play nice.
The one who told me, keep it cool,
and gave me good advice.
The one who taught me how to read,
and how to do my math.
The one who taught me how to bead,
and told me to take a bath.
The one who lectured, “School before men”
and to love one another.
Believe me that this woman,
can be no one but my Mother!
Thank you momma Jo and I love you!
