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A Mother Meets her Child in Heaven

Go to sleep my baby boy;

Momma’s only gonna be here

for a little while.

 

Nod your head my precious boy—

Can I kiss you

before I go?

 

I’ve waited ten dark years

to see your face,

and now I know—

 

Momma’s been a sinner

and she’s only gonna be here

for a little while.

 

Momma gripped the infant soul.

She clutched that child to her meager heart,

Hoping like a dying man in fever

To swallow salvation before his hour of going.

Then she heard the eerie angels singing—

The Man stepped out through the cloudy mantel.

She looked to Him and cried:

 

Oh Lord, please forgive me,

I’m an unwanted guest—

But I snuck in through a back door

 

And I’ve been to see my boy

before you send me on my way.

I’ve had a ten years’ wait

 

Since I’ve learned to love my baby,

Only let me stay,

Let me stay enough and be forgiven—

 

She descended, her back to the place

From which she had came

And the next of her days would be warmed

By the devil’s burly chortle,

By her midwife’s toil in the nursery of demons,

And the smoke from below,

Which rises through three worlds she’s seen

And scratches even the angels’ throats to coughing.

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Apr 5, 2010
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