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.