Posted this to Facebook last night, but thought it should live here for posterity:
I see ya mama, laboring in the shadows
To put some fixins on the table.
Keep on me bout my grades and
Come to my games when you’re able.
I hear ya mama, crying through the door
About some things I can’t understand.
It keeps me on my hustle
Strainin to be a stand up man.
I feel ya mama grindin night and day
Hoping the investment brings some respite
A house, the furs, the cars: I can’t promise.
But your blood, sweat an tears?
I’ll never forget.
To all the Moms out there, we see you, we respect you and we appreciate all the work you do that goes unrecognized. To my own mom, my hat is off and my head is bowed as I say thank you for working so damn hard.