A day after my mother's birthday
I find out that Aretha has pancreatic cancer.
My mother died from that horrific type of bastard cancer.
Aretha, she molded my youth.
Singing at the top of my lungs to her songs
when I was a teeny tiny thing.
I always leaned toward motown, funk, soul and blues.
Stevie Wonder in our house growing up, not Steve Tyler.
Give me little Michael Jackson
over Keith Partridge or Donny Osmond any day.
Lester, lester, lester, lester...just a little bit...just a little bit...
or one of my fave mantras in my twenties:
each morning I wake up,
still have on last nights make up
Day drinking and I'm thinkin' of you
My heart and prayers go out to her and hers.
She is the Diva of all divas!!