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.
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