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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

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