Most people have a mom and a dad. I have a “Mema.”
My grandmother (aka Mema) started raising me when I was only one month old and, since then, my life has been filled with joy. She has taught me more than anyone else has, and has shown me more support and love than I’ve ever deserved. She has showered me with attention since I was a little girl and I only hope that one day, I can be as amazing a parent as she has been to me.
Everything I’ve done, everything I’ve accomplished, is all thanks to her.
Happy Birthday to the most beautiful, kind, strong human being I know. She is, hands down, my best friend and the person whom I most admire in the entire world.
I love you, Mema.
This poem, by EE Cummings, always makes me think of her.
i carry your heart with me
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)