Tremaine L. Loadholt , I am one of three girls. This touches me to the point of unnerving nostalgia . I visualize my mother as she taught every single one of us valuable lessons and yet I’m trying to see it from an angle in which I could see her s her younger beautiful self , learning those lessons to pass on later ….

I wish I had better perspective , I wish I had understanding that would fill a room with words that could express.

Express, and allow her to know what she has done for me.

She was gone to soon, otherwise I would tell her this .

I’d spill my heart out, and tell her I’m grateful for all the lessons I had learned, all the value of love to pass on that was hers .

Because I am my mothers daughter!

Feel I may have been creating my own understanding here, but it feels good to put in words what she did for me!

You make me feel every every time, no, all the time… I feel deep , so deep sometimes I hurt!