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My Queen and Solid Rock

Even in death, I carry her with me.

By Screamin TearzPublished 8 years ago • 1 min read
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My life has been one learning experience after another. The most powerful one was the loss of my dear mother.

I mourned my Queen and solid rock.

We were left with so many memories of pastime shared. There was no way any of us could have ever been prepared.

I remember my Queen and solid rock.

Over the years she would always say, "You need to learn how to do this on your own because I will be gone one day".

I quoted my Queen and solid rock.

Some things are meant to have a mother's touch. Her lessons taught me not to let the down falls of the world to become my crutch.

I represent my Queen and solid rock.

I was also taught that time waits for no man, so there is no point in watching a never ending clock. My mother was wise beyond her years. That confidence established her as my Queen, and my solid rock.

For that, I salute my Queen and solid rock.

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Screamin Tearz

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    Written by Screamin Tearz