Mamma taught me better

After my Dad was murdered when I was 4 because he was a shot caller in the 3rd ward, my Momma tried to keep me, his only son, out of the ward drama. I was too much like my Daddy. I looked up to him, he was Superman and Shaft, and Darth Vader, all rolled up into the coolest man on Earth. And the streets, dealing drugs , guns, fighting , money, was my Daddy's empire. I caused my Momma to cry and worry and wish I was safe at home while I was out, trying to fill my Daddy's shoes. I was running drugs for the corner hustlers by the age of 10,got shot twice at 15,and was arrested many times. Now that I'm 48,with my Momma getting dementia, and a 8 month old son of my own, I wish I had been a better son for her, and realize how angry and. disappointed my.Daddy must have been,, seeing me from heaven. And how much she loved my Daddy and me, tho we both were too busy doing what we thought we needed to do. I wish I was a Momma's boy, I think I'd be a better example to my son.