A MESSAGE TO MY MOM

I see the writing on the wall

My dreams are going to fall,

I am trying to prop it up

But I know, it wouldn’t stop

It will come crashing to the ground

With a silent deafening sound,

But I hope and pray this day

That God will show me the way

He has always been with me

Through life’s treacherous journey,

So come what may, I will not retreat

I will not succumb to defeat

Mom, I know you found favor with the Lord

And you are in the presence of our God,

Please Mom, tell Him I need His hand right now

For humble before Him, I bow…

 

© 2009 Sheriff Gerry Ali

 

Author’s Comments 

Mom, this is eight years now since you took off in a hurry and crossed the Jordan River to the hereafter. I so distinctly remember your every word during our telephone conversation one day before you departed. I have loved you in life and in death and to this day, I miss you Mom. For forty-nine years I didn’t really know you, and just when I was finding out about you Mom, you left for the other side. I cherish my memories of you. I can’t say who still remembers you, that I don’t know, but I am sure you are cognizant each and every day of how much you meant to me, and you always will!