quintessential Mother rare and so true,
a needed breath of freash air
whenever i am grey and blue.
quintessential Mother effervescing spirit
the beacon of my soul,
the keeper of family, that bonds it and ensures the whole.
quintessential Mother, of yourself you gave it all
tho’ you were not the wisest
through you …today i stand tall.     Written by (who else) me of course

I love my mother without any question although she would argue otherwise. Even at this very stage of her life i would expose my life to death on her behalf, though logically that would seem foolhardy. But seriously does love usually makes sense? i think not.

Due to circumstances my mother has had to move in with me. She is 66 yrs old, yep a young gal but unfortrunately, her condition is more that of someone in her late 80s. Reason being she had …mmmm? how do i put this ..she had an “accident”. My mom is diabetic so there will be times when intermittently she’ll experience high or low glucose levels which can cause her to get dizzy, weak, or even faint. Now she in her infinite wisdom saw it fit to climb an ackee tree. Which of course she fell from, thus sustaining serious head injuries . Of course she survived but not without paying a price …the cost, nerve damages plus the whole of her leftside being weaken immensely.

So, what would normally be a mundane routine for anyone else her age, is a serious load of work for her ..eg just putting on her clothes.

Anyways this is not what this is about i have now found myself in the position of living out that bible adage “once a man twice a child” …. with my mom basically being slowly reduced to child like existence. But her spirit is that of a 60 yr old …. then mix that with a extremely fierce pride mmmhhm …and what you get is …whalla a son in deep shit. But my love for her is as far as i am concerned is unmeasurable, and it is this love that drives me, provides me with the vim and vigour to easily ..and do note easily get by.

However i have now reached a new dilemma she seems to be developing arthritis of the hip …now let us pause a bit here. In all my life i have only been exposed to physical contact with nakedness, with a woman when we are going to make love, screw, sex, fu$k, whatever idiom suits you.

Ok where were we … yes the hip that troublesome hip… i am now finding myself being called upon to apply icy hot to her entire hip  …. and mi nah tell no lie mi feel awkward bad bad bad …. and is me she calling all the time. Whoooeeee this situation is testing the very fibres of my love for her in ways a can’t imagine.

This is the woman who raised me in what she thought was the best and most appropriate way and trust me she made sacrifices that even to this day i rate her for it. But Jah know star, this is so weird for me … a wonder if you guys get the picture here, i am rubbing on this icyhot thingy into her entire waist line directly on to her skin …..

MOM a love yuh but a bawling out for help LORD do hear my cry .