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My Mother's Bible

The year before her death
My mother underlined
Those verses in the book
She thought explained  her pain.

She dated final months
In promises that told
Of One who knows and cares.
Of One who sees past woe.

Her last typewritten words,
A single line of thought,
Spoke final loneliness
The book could not assuage.

Her agony blamed me,
Which was not her intent,
Of fearful distances
Made palpable by death.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 11/3/2015 9:21:00 PM
Jerrell, :) Congratulations on having your poem featured in the soups, Home Page. ~SKAT LOVE~
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Date: 10/30/2015 11:55:00 AM
Hey Jerrell, yes I am still here. This is a wonderful poem about your mom's great faith. How sweet that she believed you would somehow understand what she was enduring. So saddened for your loss, but glad to read the tribute to her. Be Blessed, Neva
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Date: 10/29/2015 9:00:00 PM
This is so sad, but very well penned, Jerrell. I hope she made her peace. Thanks for sharing.
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