Free Cee I Lost My Mom and Lost My Only Ally

SH ME THIS IS THE QUINTESSENTIAL WAY TO DO IT Chances are I won’t be able to do this well at all Now that my mother is about to answer God’s final call The doctor assures us she hasn’t very long to live And that is grievous because she’s always had so much to give She was always quick to dispense whatever I might need And advise me on things with wisdom’s words I usually did not heed “Don’t do that Son, because you’re tribulations might double” And true to her admonition I would only gain more in trouble My mother, my mom, my rock and my salvation And now her days are too speedily coming to a cessation If only one morning she didn’t awaken to the dawning of a brand new day That, for me, would have been a much simpler and speedier way Easier when compared to the burden I now bear Complicated by a massive amount of remorse and sheer fear I understand how much more time she’s had than many others But she’d have so much more time were I to have my druthers Well, at least I gave her a grandson and his son to adore Oh, but if only I could have given her so much more More honesty, more happiness and so much more joy But instead I’ve given her heartache since a very young boy God knows this is a task which I won’t do very well And I beseech God, “how do I do this, pray tell?” I know His answer would only add frustration to my fear Because the Lord also knows that this is a burden I bodily cannot bear © 2009…..Rita Cohan’s loving son Phreepoetree ~free cee!~ With loving remembrances, hurtful remorse and the kind of love a son can only have for such a special kind of mom