Hey girl hey!
That’s what Im gonna say. When we meet up in Heaven and I get to hug your neck. I’ll try not to hug it too tight but I can’t make any promises because I know I’m gonna miss you. I’m gonna kiss you. I’m gonna hold your hand while you show me around. You’re gonna tell me all the times I messed up while you were gone and how you would’ve handled it. And I’ll listen. I’ll listen closely and sincerely because I’ve missed you harassing me & I know you’ve missed doing it. When you’re finished we’ll both smile because we both know you just like the sound of your own voice.
Hey girl hey!
That’s what you’d say on the days you busted into my quiet space ready to distract me from the paper I was writing or problem I was trying to solve. You’d throw something at me or make a sly comment that would make us both laugh. We’d end up talking about our day or funny stuff we found on social media and sometimes about life in general. You’d listen when I started talking about something I was passionate about and ask me a follow up question when I realized I was dominating the discussion so I wouldn’t feel dumb.
Hey girl hey,
I know it took me awhile for me to fall in love but I’ve always loved you. I always wanted to make you happy and make you proud. The smile you give will always be the prettiest diamond in the world. You taught me so much in such a short amount of time. You are Black History and if I had 200 fingers to count the lessons I learned it wouldn’t be enough. So instead I’ll count to ten.
One love for everyone no matter the color, the education, or the physical characteristics. Two heartbeats some called daughters but you called us life lines. Three ways of saying I love you; words of affirmation, food, & giving unwarranted advice. Four big hugs before you tell me all the things I need to fix to be successful. Five mistakes you didn’t judge me for. Six Bible verses to stay on the straight and narrow. Seven prayers to God to intercede on my behalf. Eight songs we sing at the top of our lungs just slightly off key. Nine compliments to hype my head before heading out to slay. Ten pictures of us at home in our tiny apartment that were never taken but are physically burned in my head because when I think about what type of woman I am and what type of woman I will be, I can’t help thinking I want to be EXACTLY like Queen Janice Lee!
k, good talk