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I't time

I't time
 This is the day
 My mama completely 
 Go away
 She will left up
 Her hands
 Raise pointed up
 She will leave all
 Her early belongings here
 And her special coffee cup.
 We will each walk by
 And kiss mama good Byee
 Touch her hand
 Because now she get
 To go to heaven
 In that great glory land.
 All of our cars will line up
 We will drive very slow
 As we take mom to
 Her final resting place
 Where I must leave her
 God help me for 
 Goodness sakes.
 Now we all go back
 To the church
 To talk and enjoy a meal
 Where I will be smiling
 And talking but still
 I will not feel.
 I will go home but 
 I will be never alone,
 For I have Jesus
 Where my mama now
 Sits at his throne. 
 By charlotte
 For my mom March 2nd

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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