very early one cold december morning, a few years ago now, my sweet momma called. it was early even in eastern time. but momma had something to say. she had had a heart event – cardiomyopathy – an event that mimics a heart attack and is dangerous – but is called “the broken heart syndrome”. my momma’s heart was broken; my dad – her husband of nearly 69 years – had died.
on this pre-dawn phonecall with her she told me she just had one thing to tell me. “live life, my sweet potato”, she said.
i knew she was fearful. that was why she called so early. her message still rings in my ears.
when we were playing with designs as TwoArtistsMakingStuffForHumans this saying found its way onto a sweet-potato-orange field. later, david purchased it as a framed print for my birthday. it hangs in a cherished spot as you leave our front door, reminding us – as we go out into the world or as we come back into our home – to live life.
thank you, my sweet momma.
live life, my sweet potato ©️ 2016 kerri sherwood & david robinson