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my bottom lip
the gap in my teeth
the fullness of my breast
my laughter
my coolness
they way I look at you from across the room
the dream of maybes, ifs and buts
my focus
my strength
my passion
my love of God
my love for my child(ren)
the thickness of my thighs
the way I remind you of a Hersey's kiss
my smile
the thought you had last night
the thought you had this morning
the thought you're having right now

are the reasons why I'm so fly......


charles said…
Rhonda,Rhonda....You are blessed with that special gift of telling true life stories that touch the heart...
What's even more wonderful is that these are the stories of your life...There is no love as beautiful as that shared by children and parents...How I wish every male that God blew breath into could be an example to their children in the way they lived and shared life..So that when their children became adults they would have good memories of Dad and even better role models to emulate. Nothing is perfect about this place we call home but that would be one more step in the direction of perfect....
One of the reasons why I joined your blog was because I read about the relationship you had with your dad and how it took years for you to get to this point in your relationship with him...I admire you for making the effort to reconcile...For giving him the chance to return to your life and to be a friend. Some people are never given a second chance with an estranged parent and they remain strangers to one the most beautiful experiences in life..The love shared between a parent and child...You are blessed,for God works in mysterious ways...

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