I have to admit that I was never the type of Oprah fan that watched her show every day or even taped it or stayed up at night to see what it was unless a friend called and said “you have to see this!”. I never tried to get on any of the Oprah’s favorite thing giveway shows because I figured only the people who had the time to watch, send letters and email had a chance at those shows anyway. Once in a while I would catch it on a holiday or during the time I was home with my newborn (Janai at the time), and a topic would be profound for me, but not often. However, I will never forget the show she did on Mother’s Day interviewing some of the young victims of September 11th. They had not been killed, but their mothers had, and some of them not even old enough to speak would never be able to celebrate the holiday with their Mothers. It really made me get off the pity pot that day and made me realize how blessed I was to have had my mom in my life for several decades.
For My Girl Bev (found the poem!)
In my earlier blog post about my dear friend Bev, I referenced a poem I wrote for her. Well, I just found it and I guess that means I am supposed to post it. Here it is:
Me,you and Lisa
Singing in the basement
(Well I thought I could sing)
Playing slow jams, smelling the sweet incense
We thought we were stars that hadn’t been discovered.
Hanging on the steps, up and down the street
I loved hanging with you girl
Because everybody knew the Queen B!
You were the star that hadn’t been discovered.
There was always fun and laughter with you and
No matter what trouble you were in, that bright smile would get us through
We partied all night long
There wasn’t a place we didn’t flo
But when the party was over, I always had to beg you to go
You were a shining star waiting to be discovered.
You wanted me to come your way, To hang out until the break of day
But my momma wouldn’t let me stay
I needed to walk another way.
Why didn’t you come with me girl?
I hate to say goodbye this way.
Why couldn’t you have walked my way Bev?
I prayed for you each night and day.
We were stars that soon would be discovered.
I love you. R.I.P.
Written the morning of her funeral 2/23/06
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