Readers: Meet my mom!

My mom just sent this via my email to me. not sure i've ever read something she has written... and i haven't asked her, but i didn't think she'd mind horribly if i posted it up here.

Sometimes when i write, i make up stories. books i've read, things in my head... things i've seen on tv... stories my customers tell me. stories i make up about the tables i wait on. i don't always write about me... and there is no doubt in my mind that my own mother - is a moonbeam. i know this to be fact, of course, because i also, am a moonbeam.

My Version by Shirley Velasquez aka Jamie's Mom

Our lives are made up of colors from the brightest neons to the soft shades of pastels
then finally to the dimming of the faded lights.
Birth, Growth, Death.

My favorites are the pastels that have wrapped my soul in happiness and contentment.
They are called my family.
Where there was strife in one there was great love in another.
Always balanced, always soft, always pastel.

For 30 of my 50 years I have been a moon beam.
Didn't you know?
Oh yes. I have experienced wonderous passages of time and people going through my light
I call Life.
To say that I wish some of them hadn't tresspassed into my glowing world
would mean there were regrets in my life.
I have none.
I need none.
Why would I?

Some came dancing and bobbing others came hesitant and unwilling
but once we were together we made beautiful designs on the earth
that will never be touched by that fading light.

When the sun comes up and my light fades
I will still have had my pastels.

What a glorious picture we have painted, huh Jamie?
Life is so wonderful even when it's not.
You are and always will be my heart. Mom