A Tribute to my mother

This past year, has been .... weird.

The best word for it is just plain weird.

But this time last year, the anniversary of her death.

I asked myself, who was my mother?

And today,... a lot like me.

But there is one difference. Circumstance.

My mother was able to bring out the best in me.

She is very instrumental in shaping the woman I have become.

But she couldn't do this.

Eleven systems, biochemically integrated.

RUN MR SLICED

Respiration
Urinary
Nevous
Muscular
Reproduction
Skeletal
Lymphatic
Integumentary ( fancy word for skin)
Cardiovascular
Endocrine
Digestive

There comes a time, when the child must admit that she has superceded the parent.

Blood Brothers, which ends ...

Mrs Johnstone
Mickey. Don't shoot Eddie. He's your
Brother. You had a twin brother. I couldn't
afford to keep both of you. His mother
couldn't have kids. I agreed to give one of you away!

Mickey
You! You! Why Didn't You Give Me Away Mam!
I Could Have Been. I could have been HIM! No!

Narrator
And Do We Blame Superstition For What Came To Pass?
Or Could It Be What We Have Come To Know As Class?

The one change, people who know me for years have all commented on, is the marked respect for my ancestors, I now relate.

The sad things is ... these kids... the 'attitude', ' behaviour problem kids'.

Don't realise.

I come from a grandmother who got pregnant at 14 from a first cousin.
If that's not incest, I don't know what is.

My aunt got beaten so badly she couldn't walk.

And in seventy years, two generations.

The child is a national scholarship winner.

If I have ever believed that you are a product of your environment.
And if we want any chance of building a nation.

It's time to show others the path out of this muck.

If only because, my generational line ends with me.