A Mother who lived to be 92
She lived her life in scores of 2
Old age has taken its mount
When it comes to years, you could barely count
It was the vision of the Mother I am going home
It will be Heaven where I will roam
The Heavenly gates have opened for me
Mother repeated, Heaven, I am just so anxious to see
An Angel entered the Mother’s room
The Mother was told her hour would be soon
As the clock ticked and Death became quick
The Angel simply said, “Come and follow me”
The Mother’s spirit rose and obeyed the Angel
A lifeless body laid for all to remember
A Mother’s remembrance
Remember me being more than a Mother
Don’t think of me in being just another
Think of me in my smiles and how I stayed awhile
However, it was Grace and that’s God’s style
My life is how I lived
My appreciation in my heart in giving
My left legacy, “Live not to our own understanding, but live where you accept being learned”
Wisdom comes a long way
It will carry you for as long as you want it to stay
Today I leave you, but you are in good hands
It’s the Lord who watches throughout the land
I am on a journey to awaken on a new beginning
Don’t weep and don’t cry for me
Make me proud and be strong for all to see
Your Mother says not good-bye, but we will see each again being eye to eye.