My Journey from Mom

I'm on my spiritual journey, wow, what a fuckin' ride. Roller coaster of emotions, with no where left to hide.

Once it starts you best hang on, it's different every day. It will humble you right up, and teach you how to pray.

Everyone's is different, no two that are the same. Confronting all your shadows, your lust and lies and shame

Of course it's not all icky, I see magic every where. From pennies, to feathers to dimes, feel crazy when you share.

I've seen the gates to heaven, from my mothers bathroom door. It left me mesmerized, and surely wanting more.

Don't know who took that pic, I'm sure it wasn't me. My dad, it wasn't him, it just showed up in my feed.

She passed one day this March, the day before it hit. My worse case scenario, my everything, she was it.

My cheerleader and my confidant, my counselor and best friend. My mom, mama, my mamacita, a broken heart to mend.

No way can I explain it, how she took some grief from me. Or gave me extra strength, and fine she knew I'd be.

For me she sacrificed, opened my eyes to see, She cut her own life short, so she could set me free.

From Galindo to Parker to Purpura. My beautiful mother Roselinda was the epitome of what a human being should be. She was loving, forgiving and kind. She was gentle, understanding and graceful. Classy and gracious and forever beautiful inside and out. A daughter, a sister, an aunt and a friend. A lover, a wife, and forever my mother. She is painfully missed.

April 16, 1947 - March 5, 2020