Nuclear Mom
An imaginative world is what your storytelling formed.
I was just three years old when you begin my learning.
Innateness developed and a destiny manifested;
although mom, you stated you were not highly intelligent.
Oh, your whims and your ahs excited a child.
Carrie you put the sparkles in her eyes.
Growing older, we moved from Briesch Street.
You and your six siblings established in New Edition.
You would ask me for my guidance.
You informed me of the world outside.
Ah, you were the best and your children were possessive.
Carrie your caprices and your outcomes guided, thus far, successively.
As a single mother, you were more than that.
You were father, brother, and sister to all of us.
Your oldest son and daughter demised prior to you.
You have went home also.
See, you are eternity and rapture to come.
Ms. Carrie Mae Sexton, may your will be done.
“Be assured that just as an hour is only part of a day so life on Earth is only part of eternity.” C.L. Allen
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