Mama

This is what I called my Father's , Mother, my Grandmother...I always felt like this almost like my second Mother,..She was one of the sweetest, kindest lady, that you would ever want to know...she always had time for her Grandchildren, and I spent a lot of time with her , and loved it...I remember talking her to sleep, when I would spend the night with her, telling her what I had heard on the radio, read, or just plain stuff that now I know was important to me, but I am sure at times, she just wished I would stop talking and GO TO SLEEP, but she never acted like it was a bother...she would just say something to keep me talking, till i would either hear her softly snoring, or she stopped saying anything, and I knew then that she was asleep...even when I became a Teen, I still loved to go to her house, although , we would go shopping, and we both loved to read, ...she was still so much pleasure to be around, she loved me, and she showed it..when Mama passed away, I was about 17 , and I was heartbroken, and cried for days, ...I know when my time here is done, I will see her waiting there in Heaven, with open arms...