Sugar Cakes and Flour Sacks
Memories
of
Sugar Cakes & Flour Sacks
Written: by Tom Wright
9/1/99
Sitting in prayer at Mothers door
As she lay in deepest sleep.
Her face, embedded with hand prints of time,
Told of a life, upon reflection,
That made me weep.
Near her bedside death had crept
Which would not be denied.
Life hadn't prepared me for this hour,
And all to soon she'd pass,
Once again I prayed and cried.
Void of suffering her ship quietly sailed
Far beyond the rolling tide.
Now hand in hand with Jesus,
Our Mother, of Sugar Cakes & Flour Sacks
Had crossed to Jordan's other side.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2015
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