love you mama

To the one who put the stars into my first thought about the night, you held my tiny frame in your belly when the world was too large of an event, but you made each little heartbeat a priority–

To the lady who isn’t perfect and has to deal with her children growing up just to talk back to her, living in poverty has successfully destroyed our happiness, but this isn’t the end of the line, one day I’ll put the sun into your smile–

To the owner of every good day I’ve had in my life, I know that we’re both growing, the grey hair is coming soon, but I’ll be able to sing you back to bed one night, I’ll get you a diamond ring that your exes could never get for you–

To the person who built my whole soul inside of a jar next to summer fireflies, I know that I don’t write enough about you, but my ex girlfriends will never understand unconditional love like how you do–

To my best friend, I’m sorry that I’m still your baby even if you’re looking into the eyes of a 23 year old, I’m still figuring out the world, and when I do… I can only pray that you’re still around and smiling, I hope you’ll be proud of me one day–

To the first person who has ever held me, I know my skin isn’t silky smooth anymore, I know my body is poisoned by drugs and cigarettes, I know that my mind isn’t as innocent as it once was, I know that I’ve got more love to give out, I owe you more than an eternity of apologies, I owe you more than a life I’m trying to have–

To the creator of every memory, good and bad, the bad times will make the wonderful and relaxing days this much better–

To the reason as to why I go on, I love you–
—  To our mothers

Everytime I took selfies, my baby would look at me. Either he did that in admiration for his mama, or he thought his mama is a complete nutcase and felt sorry for himself. Either way, I remember him as I take this. I miss you, baby. Please don’t stop singing your songs in heaven. Mama loves you.

أمي العزيزة ،
فلا شيء أجمل منك و لا شيء أسعد مني بك.

My Dear Mother ,
There is nothing more beautiful than you
& nothing is happier than me with you.

I’m like 100% positive that when Jack visited Georgia for the 4th of July both Mama Bittle and MooMaw fell in love with him, and not because of the charming accent or his slammin’ hockey bod but because of his ability to just inhale food.

Like after Jack finishes his first generous helpings of potato salad, macaroni salad, baked beans, and burger complete with all of the fixings, Mama Bittle and MooMaw plop themselves across from Jack in the shade. They both fuss over him, telling him that there’s plenty of food for seconds and thirds and to help himself.

So Jack stands up with his festive red, white, and blue paper plate and disappears for a few minutes before returning with an extra plate in his hand. Both women look over his plates with a wide smile; one plate was piled high with all of the different sides, and the other plate was holding three burgers and two hot dogs.

The two women chatted eagerly as they fanned themselves and sipped at their sweet tea, watching Jack with lovestruck eyes as he tucked into his plate quietly.

When dessert time comes around everyone serves themselves but Mama Bittle fixed up a plate especially for Jack with extra helpings of everything, which he absolutely demolishes in minutes.

After Bitty finished helping clean up dinner stuff he found Jack rocking on the front porch swing, his head tilted backwards, and his eyes closed.

“Mama get to you?” He asked with a small smile, sitting down next to him.

All he got in response was a soft, “Mhm”.