My Mama Calls Me Sweetie
I am one of many people across America who call their mom daily.
I have purposed in my heart not to let a day go by without hearing her beautiful voice.
Her hair grows whiter and her speech is soft and quiet.
Her laughter is like that of an angel. Her mind is sharp and that twinkle in her eye still flickers.
I call her, the phone rings and I hear that hesitation as she fumbles with the phone and then
Hello Sweetie, we talk and laugh and she says again bye Sweetie and I smile.
My mom is 86 she is as sweet as pie and spry as a whip. I love her beyond words.
