RIP, our dearest “zany, wacky, hazy”mom
You enjoy your sleep whilst kraik “works down here” (still doing ‘crazy things’ …as always)
As her feeble old hands held the worn, torn Book
She opened it’s pages, and took a familiar look
She settled back into her comfortable chair
And said,” help me Lord”, a mother’s prayer.
The written words from a voice she still could hear
Spoken with hope and no trace of fear
She looked into the sky and it sparkled with glory
A glow of joy and here is her story.
Thank you mom, for guiding me
For showing me how a girl should be
When I was young you kept me safe
You took me to church and taught me about faith.
I’ll never forget your caring way
For doing the same thing, day after day
You stayed with me, guided me and kept me safe
You were there, you never left, you taught me about faith.
You taught me that when things are hard
And I want to…
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