My old Church

I stood in the old church, At the back, near the entrance, I haven't set foot in that church over the years, It could be over thirty years to be exact And there I was two times in one year, Country churches have a warmth to them Small and yet personal effects on one core Friendship is rightly defined as a small church My reason for being there was to say my goodbyes To my loved ones, my mother and my godmother, ?? Looking back on the moment, it was so nostalgic So surreal, and all I was saying to myself, why, take her? It was so good to see some folks I have not seen in years, Their aging body fades their look, I too was not the same, being sixty-seven isn’t easy. I attended my childhood school year church, St Matthews, I smile just looking at the old Church, so many memories, Father heard the prayer we offered, But for the ease, that prayer shall be, But for the strength, prayers give us, 2024 will be the year, that brought my family together It was so wonderful to see all of them From the young to the old, I never got to go to the lovely beach on the Island I just didn't want to, Too much of everything all at once isn’t good. Today my lower waistline is paining, However, I can compose warm memories of July 2024.