Momma Rosetta

Momma Rosetta

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At the age of 10 I lose the person who in my young eyes, the moon and the stars were made by her. Every Sunday morning I would crawl into bed with her and she would read the funny pages to me and she would put so much character into each person. I remember snuggling up to her and smelling Oil-of-Olay on her face and neck. She was a strong, gentle little woman who could make a friend just by her smile alone. When I am in Walgreens as I pass by the isle with the Oil-of-Olay I get a warm feeling in my heart. I hope I am making her proud. I miss you momma so much. 

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At the age of 10 I lose the person who in my young eyes, the moon and the stars were made by her. Every Sunday morning I would crawl into bed with her and she would read the funny pages to me and she would put so much character into each person. I remember snuggling up to her and smelling Oil-of-Olay on her face and neck. She was a strong, gentle little woman who could make a friend just by her smile alone. When I am in Walgreens as I pass by the isle with the Oil-of-Olay I get a warm feeling in my heart. I hope I am making her proud. I miss you momma so much.