Thursday, February 23, 2017

In Honor and Love, Extended

As I nestle in with my cup ‘o Joe and pen in hand, I am reminiscing as usual. But I am also thinking about history and the future. I have concluded that in this time and age, we ALL want and need love. The display of love should not just be about this month and all its connotations. More importantly, we need to share love continuously through giving of self or just saying ‘I Love You’. That can be more rewarding than any gift you can give.
I ponder on my own life as a child… growing up in the country with humble beginnings. But with the love of family and through God’s grace, I persevered. And my ancestry has taught me so much about unconditional love. I had a God-fearing and strong mother who taught me and my 5 siblings ‘from whence cometh our help…’ She fervently instilled good morals, values, and loving others unconditionally. What my mother passed down to us emanated from someone who lived on this earth over 102 years - her mother and my Grandmother. Without her, there would be no us. In appreciation of Black History and love, today I honor a loving, brave and strong woman, Bessie Johnson-Howard (10-10-10 – 7-31-13). She lived, loved and sacrificed for her 12 children. As she extended her love and touched many other lives, she was known as Momma, Auntie, Grandma, Miss Bessie, but most of us just called her ‘Madea.’

Love Extended

Over a hundred years ago
She really bore us all
Over a hundred years ago
She took the fall
For what was to come
And what was to be
For what the future held
For the family

Over a hundred years ago
She didn’t know
A hundred years would pass
And she would live and last
Through blood, sweat, and tears
All over a hundred years
To see the light
Of that age-old fight
That was fought for you
And for me too
The right to live freely
For over a hundred years

A hundred years
Is a century
A hundred years long
Something WE may never see
But think one minute
Just take a peek
At life through her eyes
All in a century
Births, marriages, deaths
Defining the family tree
Out-living some of her own
All in a span of
A century
And what’s amazing is
Her life didn’t stop there
She lives and keeps living
A bloodline that streams
Through many veins
And more to come
As her off-springs
Had off-springs
Springing off those
And then some…

So, the moral of
This story is
That a seed of love was planted
And that seed lives
and lives… and lives
through our Madea

In Love,

~PJ Payne

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