A woman, a single woman, betting and hoping for good things.
She’s taking a shot at life, at luck, at love.
She’s been through heart ache, so it isn’t fearful.
She’s ever hopeful, she’s practiced this shot often, for she never gives up hope.
Ever.
She took a shot, and she birthed me.
My mother gave birth to me in San Antonio Texas
on May 29, 1984.
She took a shot at love and life and luck and hope.
And I won’t let her lose this bet.
I love you Judith Brown.despite your unlucky hand in life,
I will be your luck.
(The woman in this photo is not my mother)
Wednesday, May 30, 1984
A woman, a single woman, betting and hoping for good things.
She’s taking a shot at life, at luck, at love.
She’s been through heart ache, so it isn’t fearful.
She’s ever hopeful, she’s practiced this shot often, for she never gives up hope.
Ever.
She took a shot, and she birthed me.
My mother gave birth to me in San Antonio Texas
on May 29, 1984.
She took a shot at love and life and luck and hope.
And I won’t let her lose this bet.
I love you Judith Brown.despite your unlucky hand in life,
I will be your luck.
(The woman in this photo is not my mother)
Unfortunately, you commented on May 30th.