My Strength Renewed, My Rock
On the day of July nine
In the year of ninety and six.
Her heart was so pure and so fine
But too weak for the surgeon to fix.
Her eyes still shown bright as day
But her frail body had wasted away
Her smile as warm as the love
That she gave through Jesus above
She knew she would not pull through
But not one moment of sadness or blue
Did she cast to her loved ones there
Who waited and prayed for her care
The Day was the twelfth of July
The hours ticked endlessly by
Many friends and family too
People I never knew
Came to say their farewells
To a sister who with Jesus now sails
On a peaceful and gentle tide
To ever abide at his side
As the service came to a close
And the time was as everyone knows
To cover her body with earth
Though her spirit had now a new birth
From out of the crowd stepped a child
Who's heart like her grandmother's was mild
She picked up a shovel and prayed
As everyone stood there dismayed
Some tried to keep her from her task
She looked to her Grandpa with eyes that ask
He said to those who had tried
To stop this child at the side
Of her grandmother's still open grave
With shovel in hand and heart so brave
Let her be was his reply
She's strong enough I won't deny
She then began her chosen task
Permitted to do what her heart had ask
Shovel by shovel and tear by tear
Her respect paid true to a lady so dear
At the tender young age of only ten
This little girl whose life has been
Directed and sculpted by the events of that day
And by the grandmother who taught her to pray
Just ten precious years she shared with her here
But forever in her heart her grandmother is near
I am the mother of this brave little child
And never has any heart been so mild
The day was the twelfth of July
And to my Mother I said good bye
A new strength was shown to me that day
In the child I had birthed and taught to play
Grandmother's shoes are not easy to fill
But with a heart of gold and the strength and will
She to this day has been my best friend
In absence of Mother my rock to the end
Now twelve years later a woman full grown
No longer here with me, elsewhere on her own
No matter the distance in miles or in time
She still fills the shoes of that Mother so fine
And knowing her task will never be done
She looks to the Heaven's, The Father, The Son
But also she looks for a glimpse now and then
From the Grandmother she knows will hold her again
Copyright © Kanzazy Hutchins | Year Posted 2009
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