God May Have Played Favorites

I think God may have played favorites to give us the parents that we had. They taught us how to love and be thoughtful and glad. They couldn't stress enough to never hold a grudge with someone for more than a day, you never know what catastrophe could strike and take that person away. Another was to show appreciation by actions because talk is somewhat cheap. It houses insincere gestures that honor just can't keep. My mom's eyes were glazed and full of tears, her courage made her fight. Cancer took both breasts and hair our prayers kept hope in sight. She never showed her fear to us and cooked dinner most every night. Her love was so strong and powerful she never got the recognition she deserved. That's why I dedicate this poem to my mom and thank God for what I've learned. The last visit at the hospital my mom took her last breath and died in my arms. My whole world started collapsing as I screamed for the nurse in alarm. I wanted to bring my mom back to tell her sorry for the mean things I had once said but the doctor said her lungs had filled with fluid and had drowned and was now dead. We were all consumed in sadness my dad had lost his way. He stopped eating and got sick and died 3 months later almost to the very day. This is the first time I have ever been able to share with anyone what my heart has been trying to say. The warm feeling when God embraces me every time I pray.