Poem -

Cherokee 4' 9"

In a tiny kitchen
A small 3 burner stove
My Mammy cooked for 8 kids
Her family in a tiny home

Little hands tightly gripping her apron
To sturdy a wobbly stand
Looking up to see the face I loved
My 4' 9"Β  Cherokee great-grandmother
Called Mammy to the whole clan

Old folks home was the plan
I saw her laying in that bed
Eyes closed never to open again
Lips blowing whisling a silent tune
Hands busy sewing nothing in the air
Broke my heart seeing her laying there

Mammy's gowns were given to me
Sleeping in them I felt her close it seemed
Occasionally I would cry myself to sleep
I loved her most I believe

Home movies of me at 9 years
Talking and braiding her hair
Rekindles the love
The whole family knew
​​​​​​We were a pair

At Heaven's Gate
I expect to hear
Whistling...Whistling... Whistling
Mammy calling..."Terry Kay, Terry Kay"

I just know it!

I know!

Because...

"We love each other still."

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Angel

Beautiful tribute angel

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Terry Kay

Thank you Angel, Wishing you Happy Holidays.Β  Terry Kay

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KIERAN1369

Beautiful and heart warming TK !!

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Terry Kay

Thank you.Β  Soooo much! Love, Terry Kay

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Terry Kay

She was so special to me.Β  When she would cook duck everyone would come running.Β  I tried once and had to air out the house. Love you girl. You are special.. I can tell.Β  Love, Terry Kay

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