She made me a momma, my First born. She was tiny and beautiful, and Dearer to me Than my own life. Once, in the old Lazarus Department store, as her Dad and I pushed her in a Stroller, a woman greeted us On the fifth floor. "I followed you up here so I could get a better look at Your pretty baby." And she cooed and smiled At our little one, as grandmas Like to do. Missy went through a spell when She wanted to play in the Middle of the night instead Of sleep.. I finally bought ear plugs and Let her "cry it out." It worked, and she never Held a grudge. Eventually, she married a Godly man and became A mom herself, traveling To the ends of the earth for Her precious babies. Melissa, my Joy, turns 47 today, And is still beautiful and Dearer than life to me. No matter how many years Pass, or how old both of us get, I'll always call her "my baby," And she'll always call me "Momma." |