Sunday, May 12, 2013

A Labor Of Love

yesterday was my mother's birthday....so i took the liberty to write her something special and this is what i wrote for her with that picture. A LABOR OF LOVE As each day passed with the setting of the sun, although your work seemed tedious, it was strength, courage, faith, that moved you to get it done. Flying high above adversity, as if GOD gave you wings of a dove. Nothing could stop the unconditional feeling presented to you by A LABOR OF LOVE. It was your hope of the future of this generation,that motivated you to complete your task. Given the gift of the opportunity to instill our Heritage without being asked. The innocence you carried became the gardens you would tend, nothing would keep you from your farming, it was determination of your nurturing technique, that would help you see the seed you planted grow to the end. Even though the weeds did come to destroy your path, Your motherly instincts taught you, that those weeds could not stay long or last. So you pressed forward with protection and prayers to the above. For like the others who had come before you, this was your time to have A LABOR OF LOVE. Like a warrior you stayed, battles you fought, victories were made. Joy overshadowed sorrow and the foundation had finally been laid. Now its time to reap the salvation of your bountiful harvest of that nurturing heart. The seeds stand grateful of your journey, because you refused not to do your part. I celebrate your love, teachings, knowledge, and time you put into an unknown abyss. For without your tenacity, strength, courage, and faith our bloodline would not continue to exist. Your irreplaceable wisdom still grows to this day, As each and every harvest passes and the sun moves to set in the same way. You are priceless, a blessing to the earth from the heavens above. For I know without a shadow of doubt. My legacy would not be, without you taking A LABOR OF LOVE. by. Shakira Daneshia Gordon Garr
TransGriot Note: Shakira wrote this on April 20 and posted it in our The Tea Spot Facebook  group just a few days before she passed away.  It was penned to mark the occasion of her mother's April 19 birthday.   I promised I'd give it some visibility in the wake of her death and I can't think of a better day than Mother's Day to share this with the rest of the world.


A LABOR OF LOVE
by Shakira Daneshia Gordon Garr

 As each day passed with the setting of the sun, although your work seemed tedious, it was strength, courage, faith, that moved you to get it done. Flying high above adversity, as if GOD gave you wings of a dove. Nothing could stop the unconditional feeling presented to you by A LABOR OF LOVE.

It was your hope of the future of this generation,that motivated you to complete your task. Given the gift of the opportunity to instill our Heritage without being asked. The innocence you carried became the gardens you would tend, nothing would keep you from your farming, it was determination of your nurturing technique, that would help you see the seed you planted grow to the end.

Even though the weeds did come to destroy your path, Your motherly instincts taught you, that those weeds could not stay long or last. So you pressed forward with protection and prayers to the above. For like the others who had come before you, this was your time to have A LABOR OF LOVE.

Like a warrior you stayed, battles you fought, victories were made. Joy overshadowed sorrow and the foundation had finally been laid. Now its time to reap the salvation of your bountiful harvest of that nurturing heart. The seeds stand grateful of your journey, because you refused not to do your part. I celebrate your love, teachings, knowledge, and time you put into an unknown abyss. For without your tenacity, strength, courage, and faith our bloodline would not continue to exist.

Your irreplaceable wisdom still grows to this day, As each and every harvest passes and the sun moves to set in the same way. You are priceless, a blessing to the earth from the heavens above. For I know without a shadow of doubt. My legacy would not be, without you taking A LABOR OF LOVE.
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