Life comes in a multiplicity of nuances and innuendos. Perception of things will not always equate to the truth being told. Beliefs and faith are often likened to experience rather than the demonstration of Godly Love. All in all, the best example of truth is in the consciousness, which resonates in the power of Love, consistently displayed from one to another, and more so than ever by thy mother. Mother’s Day will be upon us in four weeks, a time of reflection on the exquisiteness of their Love. I’ve searched my mother’s archives and could find only one picture with both of us in it. (Please, take a profile with your mother if you don’t have one before her heavenly days be upon you.) This picture was taken in 1953 at a roadside stop. Me, being an adolescent, not having a clue about the obviously pictured discontent. During the Jim Crow area, blacks traveled in motorcades for safety in numbers. The country did not start the Interstate Highway system until 1956, and the rest stops were few to none. And the Negro motorist green book was the Google Map of the Times for Blacks. Making long travels for a black woman was very monotonous and extremely unpleasant when it came to womanly needs. But, regardless of the displeasure, the splendor of the soul will always prevail in the potency of Love. Mind over matter will always equate to the truth, and an idle mind will always be the devil’s workshop. Paraphrasing my mother’s words, “Go read a book and occupy your mind,” she would say whenever I would get on her nerves, but not in a scolding way. Developing in me a fixation, an obsession with reading, a passion grown from the seeds of her Love. Like planting a crop in the spring of life. Producing an annual harvest of words pollinated by ideas, accentuating this need in me to plant a stake through writing. Thus, cultivating feelings and reflections on others from the seeds of my soul. Leaning on the African American proverb, “Each one teaches one.” By this, I share a call to battle across the nation. “Each one teaches one” by sharing the beauty of your mother’s Love on this Mother’s Day through a picture, a poem, or a short story. An arsenal of Love is a pesticide in the arena of divisiveness.