Dear Mama, Poem by Tristian Ford

Dear Mama,

The first time someone loved me,
He gave you and me a life,
and that life,
He put it into your hands.
The second time someone unveiled upon me, compassion,
She chose devotion to love anew.

Dear Mama, ✍️🏾
That Someone Special.
Especially, A Strong Black Woman.
That Someone Special, Was You.
Do you recall the special moment,
That instant they placed me in your arms,
And You hushed up my cries?
Do you recall that special moment you murmured to me my name,
'Tristian Lamar Frank Ford'
And you looked intently into my little eyes?
I can only imagine that feeling of tranquillity.
Bear with a scribe
As I try my best to describe.
I have no doubts that as I blared
My tears were shed frankly because
Dear Mama,
I was so scared.
In an unwanted place,

The more odd faces
Along with cold touches of unwanted hands
The louder I blared.
That was my only way of expressing
The feeling of coming into
This world considering
That nobody cared.
Although a mighty nation was outdoors preparing a celebration for my glorious first day.
To the outside of your womb, I was not prepared.

Dear Mama, 🙏🏾
As they placed me in your arms,
The poetry of life began.
And as your birth pains came to an end.
You nurtured me amid the eye of your own life's hurricane.
In this world's then and current mystic condition,
The growing pangs still hurt your love child
Until we meet and when
I AM
Placed back in your arms again.🙏🏾✍️🏾🙏🏾
I continue to rewind the hands of time back
I recollect thoughts inside the front and back of my mind.
As They placed me in your arms,
At each other, we glared.
Do you recall the peace that was granted
to you,
The peace A Beautiful Mother and
Her Handsome Son shared?
Up there,
As you are born into a new Life,
I cry, not solely because peace and love are so scarce,
But Because of the Love you gave me,
I have yet to find
Anything down here that could even be remotely compared.
Dear Mama, 🙏🏾
Your son has never been so scared.
Since that most repulsive feeling and incomprehensible notion has returned.
That nobody in this world cares.
So He will remember the words of encouragement,
The Love - The Care.
All those times you expressed joy with mirth.
Your tender love and care were the water
to his Tree of Life.
The reasons I grew strong, fruitful, and purposeful on this earth.
And frankly, it hurts.
No one except God has ever,
or ever will Love me,
The way you loved me
Since then— and even 36 years after my birth.

When the sun was the lowest and my days were the darkest on this earth,
You only spoke on my worth.
You told me only about how God heals
When I could only think about how the devil destroys and steals from our life
When it's not his time to kill.
So I apologize for the pride displayed
As you nurtured me all alone
For so many days in so many ways.
The seed must grow even if It's sowed in stone.
Your love will grow with me
Even as your body is buried In a grave.
Dear Mama, 🙏🏾
I longed for the day to tell you,
That I'm finally a man who understands.
That only on nights when it's dark enough,
That I see this little light of mine shine.
As your child slowly grew into that man.
This parable he hopes the world comprehends.
As Your Son
You were My Sun
When it rained on those terrifying nights,
And on such a gloomy life of mine. So Your Son will never forget how tremendous and impressive His Dear Mother's light always and forever did shine.
I will easily identify that light between a trillion million stars in the mystic sky. To so many people you showed rays of that light. But upon
a Son,
It was the full Sunshine.
Just know that now, On my days & nights,
On my life and times.
It may look as if It is about to thunderstorm. However,
The raindrops may not all be from your sight up above.
Tristian's Teardrops will be from the pain it takes to live without your encouragement,
your patience, and Your unconditional love.
At this very moment,
As I write, I can't fight back the tears.

Tears fall for the good memories
and the happiness I will never lose sight of.
I cry because I received your forgiveness,
I smile because of God's Grace.
Absorbed in a stream of thoughts about your demonstrates of Unconditional Love,
In a crowded and cruel world.
I cry, in such a confusing and lonely place.
.
Dear Mama, 🙏🏾 Still I cry…

I'll wonder 'Are you free right now? '
I'll wonder…
I'll wonder 'If you're happy,
Are you living out your dream right now? '
I wonder…
I hope that angles are giving you your wings
Right now!
I'd give my own life— just to hear you sing
Right Now!

Mama,
Now it's your time to fly.
Your son will smile again, but
Dear Mama, 🙏🏾
Still, I Cry…
Still, I Cry…