The voice was heard coming in the front door.
My heart stopped for a split second
because it was a voice I don't hear
He was running from room to room
calling his mama..
I met him
and he said
and he handed me the most
of flowers you have ever seen.
Hand picked and selected by him
to give his mama..
Oh I love those flowers..
They are now sitting
in the middle of my kitchen table.
I'm sure their some kinda stink weed.
I loved hearing his voice more.
It has a ring of Africa that
I can't explain and the way
he says my name
had me running to meet him!
Thanks for the flowers Jo.
Thanks for being my little boy!
You gotta love boys!