Mommy

MOMMY OF WHAT ARE WE MADE INSIDE US Well my dear Ruth We are made up of protons, And Neutrons, And of course Atoms, And Molecules. But isn’t this conversation A little premature For you’re Far too young, But let me continue, We have bones, And tendons And of course muscles, Blood and fat, But mostly water. THEN MOMMY PLEASE GIVE A QUARTER I want to go to a fortune teller For she will tell me if we are nigh To die! All my friends talk about The pandemic and protests, riots and People dying. At school, I’m tired of looking a fool Even a boy in grade one Was told by his mom That when we die We disintegrate Into a small pile on the floor Of beautiful colored crystals, How silly of this boy’ mom That is not true, only in Science fiction films! BUT MOMMY YOU TOLD ME WE ALL GO TO HEAVEN IS THAT RIGHT? Yes oh yes my dear, Remember that God is near. But many in this world are bad, So terribly sad! I’M NOT SCARED MOMMY And so it should be, You are a brave little girl So if anyone says we are going to die Console them don’t let them cry The world is a mess, Tell them God I am ready yes. You are a clever child And all the wonderful Thoughts in your mind And your awesome soul And your faith, makes you whole God always remembers And never forgets, He has angels for secretaries So every human thought is banked And then stamped For passing the pearly gates to heaven But you are only seven, You have a long life ahead You have nothing to dread! But MOMMY WE ARE SO MANY HOW DOES GOD REMEMBER He is ever present sweetheart and is everywhere He knows where you are and what You are thinking Your passport will be stamped, Remember the angels have all of this banked. Some won’t get through But certainly you! One day when you are old, forget what that Silly boy said, God will call your name And you will zoom up to heaven Because your spirit and soul, Will have reached it's ultimate goal. We don’t need guns and knives, Our hearts, love and faith are our weapon To reach heaven, We will then be altogether, All of us celestial beings, our shackles and Earthly worries and tackles We will shed, This is for real, no pretend . Someone might drop a bomb and disintegrate The world, MOMMY WILL IT HURT, No my little Ruth, It will then just be a wonderful journey To a place of peace, Where earthly worries, cease. THANK-YOU MOMMY, NOW I UNDERSTAND