Momma
when we know it is the end
when the crying never stops
when is the tear seen from
the depth of the soul
how do we see the fruitfulness
of our loved one ?
a eulogy ,of family and friends
pour it in us
reminds us of the great love
and the cherished memories
thou our hearts ache and the
river of tears flow
we are reminded of a promise
Jesus said " because of your faith
today you will be with me in paradise!
on 11 feb 2014 my sisters momma passed away
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