Mom With Prayer Shawl

Mom With Prayer Shawl * In this time of sorrow We are reminded, that none of us get out alive Yet, I treasure the belief With remembering we all survive. * On my last visit to Mom She wore a shawl Draped over her thin shoulders. “The shawl is so beautiful, Mom.” “Yes, Son, I love the soft blue.” * “The other day a young woman Came to my room, opened a box, And there was the shawl. She said members of the church, Crochet prayer shawls. The young woman asked If I would accept this Shawl of Hope With their love and prayers. Now, Son, I didn't Mean to make you cry.” “I know, Mom, but you always said I was a sensitive guy. I wrote it in my diary.” “You and that diary... One can't get away with anything.” “Nope, I got it all on paper And treasure it.” Mom looked at me with tears And asked me to come closer. She whispered, “I am being warmed By loving hands Responsible for each Entwined strand of wool. The shawl is blessed with hope And its warmth Keeps fear out in the cold.” “I will sit by you, Mom, And feel its warmth.” *