Mama sits in her clean dress, her hair still damp from washing. I clip her toenails and file them down.
Some days we are ditch diggers. But there are lessons and blessings to come… Mama is hollering and yelling and
Mom is shouting, “I want to go home! I’m going to kill you. Mama, where are you mama? I want
Today I learned lessons of time management and stress relief from Mama… I was trying to get Mom up to