March 19

Mama….it’s today The chalendar shouts it Today 13 years ago..you breathed your last And I still see you in dreams And I still miss you, Mama I’m sitting here In front of the screen Wondering….what it would be like To see your smile again Wondering if you’d be proud of my work I write, Mama I write poetry But you knew that, You didn't know how many people Have read my work and like it! You always believed in me And you knew that one day I’d make it as a writer And you made me promise To always sign my maiden name After everything I write I do, Mama It’s there After every poem I write I’m crying, Mama I’m crying I miss you so much You made me who I am I’m just another reflection of the Woman In love with words In love with life In love with people The teacher The well respected Bible scholar The one with a caring heart whom Everyone adored... And then MS had to come along And ruin everything And change our happy dreams Into nightmares of losing you Blood Stiches Broken bones Burns I saw it all, Mama As I was growing up… I saw it all And I died a million deaths Waiting for the time that you would go And you left, Mama You left me You prayed to go To be free from your wheelchair He heard… He answered… And you are asleep in Him now Waiting for the trumpet call When you will be awaked from your slumber Free…. Your smile no longer crooked Your body no longer bent Your voice beautiful again... How you mourned the loss of your voice, Mama You will sing again… You will run and dance And pick flowers And I will be there, Mama When you awake up.. I will be there to hold you and kiss you And thank you for giving me life And making me who I am But for now…Mama, I need to cry I miss you… March 19 is always a reminder Of what I’ve missed all these years A mother beside me To guide me and love me And to tell me that everything Everything is going to be Ok in the end But I carry you in my heart Now and forever… You are with me, Mama I love you! I'll see you on the other side! Where there will be no more death No more crying or sickness or pain No more MS! Only joy... March 19 will be no more Only eternity!!!! Eileen Manassian Ghali Isaiah 57: 1 & 2- The righteous perish, and no one takes it to heart; the devout are taken away, and no one understands that the righteous are taken away to be spared from evil. 2 Those who walk uprightly enter into peace; they find rest as they lie in death.