Mother, mother
do not cry for me so.
God called upon me
for it was my time to go.
He sent you my soul
because of all the love
you had to give –
even though he already knew
of my very short time to live.
You cherished me
and took care of me
as only God knew you could.
You chased away bad influences
and taught me to be righteous and good.
You encouraged me
to sing and share my talents
with everyone before us –
not realizing that one day soon
I would be leading God’s heavenly chorus.
Mother,
though you have not been called
and on earth God wants you to wait –
remember, there will come a time
when I will greet you at heaven’s gate.
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Hyacinth Andersen
I write poetry, fiction, and nonfiction.
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