Here's the Deal...

Ok, here's the deal.

We are a Hurricane Katrina Family.

You can read my Hurricane Katrina Journal here. Be sure to subscribe if you want to read as it is posted here at PNN.

There's 8 of us living in this 3 bedroom trailer,

We are very thankful there are 2 bathrooms!

I'm doing the best to get me and my two children our own place again.

Things are still rough, for many Hurricane Katrina Survivers. Our family is one of them. Resources out here in this part of the country where we live are either nil or we have to travel a great distance in hopes of getting help. Other's were worse off than we, I hated to ask when I knew there were so many others. So I didn't, not really, like I said, it's a long ways just to talk to someone. And gas was outrageous, still is for that matter.

I'm a single mom, working at home online, I'm a freelancer.

I'm no longer able to stand to work for hours on end without being in continual, pain. So I write.

If you like my work, and feel to do so. Please click the donation box.

If not for me, for the kids.

I hate to ask, but, well that's the way life is for us right now, till I can get us our own place again.

Thanks for reading, I do appreciate it, even without a donation, since I just want to express myself and be heard.

Anyway, now you know.

We are Here, We will survive!

Thanks!

My Dearest Mother,

My Dearest Mother,

I can only attempt to express the love I have known from you.

I can only attempt to do for you the many things you have done for me.

I can only call you mother so many times, until one day I find myself calling you by your name.

I can only call you blessed, as you are an angel to me.

You have always been here for me, and I adore you like no other.

I am very thankful I followed your light, and honored to call you, Mother.

Your voice is home; your smile is always welcome.

I am thankful you held me, and talked with me, helped me to grow into the person I am today.

I look in your eyes, and I see you , see me, in your eyes, as I see my brother’s and sister’s in your eyes as well, and realize you know exactly what I’m looking at, as I hug you to me.

Your letting us, your children be ourselves, while guiding us along, has turned up some interesting lives.

When there was hardly any food, you would make sure we ate first, when there was bitter cold, you would make us a fire, and gather us within reach.

By teaching us to be honest, and hardworking, expecting us to do our best, and wanting only that which would help us be happy, you’ve shown the perfect marks for motherhood, and deserve your royal robe, in that sorority.

I make myself start, by a comment I have made that truly sounds just like you, most times I snicker, other times it causes my eyebrow to arch.

It causes me to wonder, to feel that I am in the skin of my maternal ancestry, to know that there are roots, ties that bind, thru time, and eternity.

I am thankful for my place here within your world, I am in awe of the woman you are, and I can only attempt to be the woman you see in me.

I love you dear mother.

April 24, 2006, 6:00 PM