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When I Walk Up To My Fridge

When I walk up to my fridge

I see my mama pictures stuck

on there,

all I can do is stand and stare.

In our house in the kitchen

on our fridge you will see

many faces stuck all around

from the older grand kids to the

younger ones,

Katelyn is the newest pictures

to come.

 

So I walk up to my fridge

and I look upon mama face

inside of me I feel a 

silent cry.

As my finger touches

her photo I say-

Hello mama

I am so glad I took many 

pictures of you,

because this way

I will never forget you

and never have to say good- bye

 

When I do walk up to my fridge

in our kitchen that my daddy build

with his own hands,

I can still hear my mama voice

yelling [Sam come help me open

up this jar ]

daddy would come flying out

of the living room 

humming his favorite song,

corina, corina where you been

last night.

 

When I walk up to my fridge

I see many faces that

reflexed my mama and daddy life.

AS I take this picture off the fridge,

you know the one taken at the church

where mama was so nicely dressed.

I smile while trying to hold back the tears,

I feel so honored and blessed.

To have a mommy

 like Macel you see,

and just that, the Lord placed me in her tummy.

 

Now when I walk up to my fridge

I am so glad that I took the time

to take lots of pictures of my mama,

so I can stick her face up everywhere.

then days like today 

I can stop and stare

at her picture on our fridge

because some days to think

about her death

it more than I can bare.

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