Mama

When I was born, I learned how to breathe. My Mama held me in her arms. She said that she would never let me leave. Several months later, I learned to take my first steps. Mama watched close, so I wouldn't trip. She filled my heart, to the deepest depths. A couple years later, I learned to tie my shoes. Mama taught me how to button my coat. I had all I could want, nothing to loose. I grew a little, Then I rode the bus to school. Mama followed the bus all the way there. She missed me; there was no one to fool. Soon after that, I left for summer church camp. Mama made sure I packed my bug spray. I think her eyes got a little bit damp. Some more years passed, Then for the Lord I made a decision. Mama stood proud with a big grin. My life had great dreams and visions. About two years later, I talked to Mama, told her God's plan. Mama smiled, sobbed, and cried. I told her I must follow God's hand. Still today, I stand strong and believe. Mama says I've taught her strength. And trusting God leaves her heart relieved. One day soon, I'll wear a graduation cap. Mama will congradulate me. With her gentle hands she will clap. After that, One day her hand will let me go. She'll watch and wait for my return. But her heart will hold me close though.