I wrote the following poem when my nephew's son asked me what inspired me to write "Through My Mother's Voice, I Found My Own." At the time, I could not provide my great-nephew an answer of clarity because there were so many thoughts, ideas, and lovely memories floating in my head. However, as I prepared for work the next day, pondering on the 'WHY' my book question, I vividly remember wanting the answer to come to me in my sleep---and I woke up at 2:30 AM, and wrote my signature 'Poemoir' (true story) as to why I wrote the book...



On November 19, 2013, I lost my mother---a pain too difficult to explain

But lest I say, I was on the brink of the abyss

Absent from mind and feeling remiss.

And yet the mere utterance of I AM's eloquent words seem to draw me near

And through the prism of his light, I would succumb and it became quite clear.

Morning, noon, and nighttime, the Scriptures empowered me as I acquiesce.

Absorbing his grace and wisdom like a babe suckling on her mother's breast.

Relief of any self-doubt, pity, or distress.

And suddenly his parables touched my heart, and his wisdom became the norm.

Like shaping a piece of play dough, I began to take form.

This is my calling, though not by choice.

Thank you, Lord...I found my voice.

Thank you, Lord...I found my voice.

Thank you, Lord!