I’m great full

 Kasoha, that first name that always ring bells, when the world is out to get me, that oasis, that covers me from sandy storms, the slow motion of chi, built my confidence and made me appreciate the way of tai. A voice that pushed me, always pushing, wisdom came simple, in times of strife my path she lined clear walking on thorns while carrying me on her back. thank you for the 7 months, you carried me, nourished me in my fetus form, choices in the stories years later told, you put your life at risk , disregarding all the doctors warning, you had faith in me before you gave birth to me, nothing ever changed, you raised me in the books of the God you believed in, thank you for the short life stories that you told me, helped me grow to the man I am, thank you for reminding me that apologies and simple words like sorry, don’t cost a thing, eventually these words clears your soul and mind of all worldly worries. I’m great full for the simple holidays, I have to say, the perfect Christmas Day dinners. You made miracles with the little you had, and always made sure to remind us to be great full for every little thing we have, as your words always stated give thanks to the most high, for the simple things in life. I’m great full, seconds, minutes, hours every breath in your presence is a blessing, words can’t paint that Picasso on a canvas as an illustration of my affection. The sacrifice you gave, in a soul out of soul, you brought mine always first, I’m great full, I’m proud, and appreciate you as always being my beacon bright, the light house that alway lights my way home. I’m great full, to my birth mother Margaret coz Kasoha always rings bells.