Dedicated to my cousin, James Earl Ransome
Momma,
I cannot express all that you meant to me.
You were as graceful as the wind,
And as steadfast as a rooted tree.
I didn’t choose you—
You chose me.
And I’m thankful God made you
The mother you were meant to be.
Like the sun, you shined
For the whole world to see.
You were my everything—
A beautiful spirit from the very start,
A flower blooming in my mind,
A loving rose rooted in my heart.
You moved like the breeze,
But stood firm, tall, and strong—
A proud carnation,
Teaching right from wrong.
Through your journey,
You guided me each day—
Teaching love, teaching life,
Showing me how to find my way.
As I reflect on the days of my youth,
I thank you for raising me
In God, in faith, and in truth.
You are still the flower in my mind,
The rose in my soul—
So gentle, so kind.
The rose of my heart,
And I mean that in every way.
I’m forever grateful
For all that you did,
And even more for who you are.
God picked you from His garden,
And placed you high—
Now you shine as my morning star.
You’ve made it, Momma.
You walked the road.
You carried the load.
I’ll see you again—
Yes, again, Momma—
And I cannot wait for that day.
You are the flower of my mind,
And I will express that in every way.
The rose of my heart.
I am everything I am
Momma, it is because of you.
That my love stay true
And I pray God opens your ears
So you can still hear me say:
Momma, I love you.