I Miss My Mama
I miss my Mama
She left me too soon
I still see her in dreams
And even then I wonder
"Mama, are you going to leave me again?"
Everything she was
Seems to live inside of me
Her love for words
And rain
And sweets
Her incredible kindness
Towards her students
And everyone who crossed her path
That ready smile
That won her the nickname,
"Sunshine"
I miss my Mama
It’s one of those days
When I wonder why
She had to suffer and die
A slow living death
Of many years
Blood stains and cuts
And immobility fears and reality
Brought on by that accursed disease:
Multiple Sclerosis
But Mama had strong faith
She'd sit up in bed and pray
When she could no longer kneel
And I knew...
As I passed by her room
She would be praying for me
And for my brothers
Each in turn
I miss my Mama
Tears fill my eyes
As I remember how I prayed
How I begged
How I tried to work a miracle
"In the name of Jesus.....be healed."
Nothing....
Silence from the heavens
Pain in my heart
Hearing her say,
"Lord, take my life."
And she died knowing
Her prayer was answered
She was set free
From her wheel chair ridden life
And now she sleeps
Yes, she sleeps
No thoughts
No dreams
No recollections
The sleep of the just
In the arms of Jesus
He has marked her resting place
And when He comes again
Angels will go wake her up
And she will rise
Perfect and whole
Beautiful and complete
Full of energy and life
Her smile no longer crooked
Her eyes no longer dim
Her voice no longer garbled
She will rise
She will sing praises
In her beautiful alto voice
She will hold me....again
Yes, I hope to be there
by HIS grace
I hope to squeeze her tight
And never let go
As I cry tears of joy
That we’ve both been faithful
And we will rise
To meet the Lord in the air
And heaven will begin for us
He will take us to the place
Of no night
No tears
No pain
No death
No war
No illness
No rejection
No fear
No abuse
Heaven………HEAVEN!
I miss my Mama
But……..not for long!
"Even so, come Lord Jesus!"
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Ecclesiastes 9:10- Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might, for in the realm of the dead, where you are going, there is neither working nor planning nor knowledge nor wisdom.
I Thessalonians 4: 13 - 180 13 Brothers and sisters, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death, so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope. 14 For we believe that Jesus died and rose again, and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him. 15 According to the Lord’s word, we tell you that we who are still alive, who are left until the coming of the Lord, will certainly not precede those who have fallen asleep. 16 For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first. 17 After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever. 18 Therefore encourage one another with these words.
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013
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