Looking back on all the selfish things that we would do
and all the stories we've been told about what she's been through.
Mama's heart is fragile, broken more times than we know.
Through cracks and holes life left behind, love found a place to grow.
Mama found out early, that life would be a fight,
she remembers far too many hungry sleepless nights,
building in her character a tender heart to show
compassion for the ones she loves through hard times they would know.
Life never got easier, just different through the years.
Her family grew along with all her worries and her fears.
That just made the binding vines grow stronger even still,
to hold her heart together till the cracks and holes could fill.
There's a sacred place forever heavy in her heart
with dated stones of those she loved who's time it came to part.
The sweetest fragrant flowers guide the paths her heart still roams,
as memories of the ones she loved that God came calling home.
Mama's heart is like a garden it took all her life to grow.
She tends it with her tears and prayers for things we'll never know.
I think it's amazing grace God gave her from the start
for all the love she grows through cracks and holes in Mama's heart.
- Jeannie Minor
Copyright © Jeannie Amos | Year Posted 2015
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