The Beads

The Beads There once was a boy, who was six years old, Loving his parents, doing as he was told. Church on Sunday, Mom during the week, Learning about God, playing hide and seek. Once and a while, they would take a trip, To their special place, where they would sit. Father not going, wishing them well, The boy loved his Mom, he could tell. Watching his Mom, the boy could see, That she always carried, her rosary beads. "Why do you carry those, all of the time?" "So God will take me, when I die." Not knowing about this, he decided to ask, His father and friends, each up for the task. "Be a good person" they all would say, "Forget the beads. Continue to prey." While loving his Mom, her words were golden, He happened to notice, that she was slowing. He said "Are you ok?", hugging her tight, Kissing his cheek, she said "Goodnight." Over the next few days, Mom lay in bed, Door cracked open, resting her head. As he sat near the door, adults came and went, Hearing the "C" word, knowing what it meant. "Not my Mom, not so soon, There must be something, I can do." She had said "God will take me, with my beads," He thought "If I take them, she can't leave." Later that night, when his dad was in bed, He snuck into her room and lowered his head. "I'm sorry Mom, for taking your beads, Back to me, your path will lead." So the boy took the beads, and got into bed, Dreams of Mom's love, filling his head. When he awoke, he ran down the hall, Her door was open, and that was all. Her bed was cold, all made nice and tight, She's probably downstairs, such a wonderful sight. She wasn't downstairs, or anywhere else, Just his father, not himself. "Come here my son, your Mom has gone, God has taken her, to be as one." "She can't be gone, I have the beads, God can't take her, without these." He held out his hand and showed him the beads, Tears in his eyes, just wanting to leave. "God my son, doesn't need these beads, Just like I told you, now let us grieve." The boy threw them down and ran out the door, Faster and faster, until he had no more. He walked and walked, at a very sad pace, Until he reached, their special place. While he was gone, his mom laid to rest, The dad was strong, trying his best. He buried his wife, with a token of love, A cross made of gold, to help rise above. When he was through, he began his search, Many friends to help, all they were worth. The boy found their place, wanting to try, To bring back his Mom, from the sky. After hours of trying, he said "God I know," But right just then, appeared a glow. A glow on his face, so warm and mild, All he could do, was cry and smile. His father now knew, where he should look, Over the hills and past the brook. Through the woods and past the creek, To the place, the two shall meet. He never went, when she was alive, Wishing now, that he would die. When they arrived, he found his son there, Dancing around, without a care. He said 'Son, are you ok? I've missed you so," "Dad I am well, I've seen the glow!" He said "Mom was here, everything's fine, She said she'll be here, all of the time." He humored his son and said "Boy I love you," Now go with these folks, they love you too." As the son walked away, he began to smile, He said "Close your eyes dad and stay for awhile." He did just that, standing all alone, And right just then, appeared a glow. So warm and mild, he could hardly stand, For a cross made of gold, now laid in his hand. Over the next few months, they would make the trip, To this place, and here they would sit. Eventually building a house, for them to live, Two men, a cross and love to give. Now and then, the glow would come, Checking in, to have some fun. Making sure, her men would see, How important it was, to carry their beads.