This poem was inspired and modeled after this poem by my friend Angie. Sometimes we hear directly from God, and sometimes God speaks through the people we know, like our sorority sisters, for example.
I had one criteria when Linda asked.
“Which one do you want, Elaine, for the blind date?”
“I want the tall one. I’m tired of these short guys,” I said.
He was 6-foot-4 and his name was Bill, which for some reason I couldn’t remember. He says every time I asked him his name he gave a different one.
I don’t remember that. But I do remember he called me for a second.
This memory of my mom comes from a high school friend of mine. You may see a bit a trend here. Mom is a sports fan, particularly high school sports. She cries at the finish of a hard race even when she doesn’t know the athletes, just because of the hard work the kids put in.
Hey Man. Your mom meant the world to me…and still does. I look at her like my own. When I was growing up and my brother and sister were making bad choices, I didn’t always want to be around my house. Your mom had me over and took me in like one of her own. Elaine, would always make sure we had fun by providing food, movies, games, etc… and many times she joined us. Not only was she an encouragement there, she was my number one fan…I can remember during the football games hearing her voice above the crowd. I know many times when I didn’t feel like going on, I was afraid to stop, because I didn’t want to disappoint Elaine. After all she thought “I was the best!” So I had to perform like it. And I’ll never forget coming home from college and she accepted all my crazy friends and made them feel welcome as well. She is a true Christ-like example! Even though I live far away now, I am close at heart. Every time I drive by the house when I am in town I have stories for my children, and feel as though I need to stop and say thank you! Make sure she knows I love her, and I am looking forward to seeing her again at the fair next summer!
Sometimes you just have to create, man! It’s the search for inspiration that can be a drag. But if yo work hard enough, if you push yourself through that wall, you’ll find it. It may be sketching a crayon box, then realizing that all those colors equals love, and love love love love all over the place, until it leads you, finally to the most important love of all, and the inspiration to an amazing piece of art, the love that a girl has for her special boy, in this case, a boy nicknamed Ear Wax, and the felling that you get holding hands with that special boy–it’s like walking on a rainbow.
If this artist is who I think it is, she’s a nurse now. I hope that she’s still coloring, and still finding inspiration.