she was beautiful.
she was tall. she was black-ish.
what a used to call in childhood a “chocolate friend”
and she was sick
from the time i met her.
my heart breaks because she
more than anything
was a mother
and a young one.
really-really she was.
there are very few reasons i bake a cake.
but today tiffany
not to her home in my hood in ferndale,where her husband was waiting to comfort or help or
whatever men do when they
don’t know what
but home with jesus christ the lord.
she meet jesus and her momma there.
this is certain.
for that reason and for that reason alone, we celebrate.
she was too young-in all of our estimation. all of our estimations,that is,
mom of two teen girls and a baby daughter. leaving behind a hubby who found his purpose in loving this brood of “females”.
well…you can fill in the blank today.
tonight, i’m baking a cake.
it’s not light, and yet…
oh, sweet sweet tiffany.
you are the first woman i ever met named tiffany what didn’t shrink.
my questions are raised today.
why didn’t you heal her, jesus. for real. i’m asking.
if she was a rich girl, would she have had-better doctors?
revieved a kidney.
still, the answer remains the same.
when god is god and i am not
at least there are friends