Lillies placed upon your chest,
beneath the earth you're laid to rest.
I visit with tears to heal my soul,
they water the soil that's black as coal.
The earth is moving beneath my feet,
Your lillies have popped up from beneath.
I smile and take a refreshing breath,
The lillies have grown from your chest.
Straight from the womb and your heart,
You gave the lillies a good start.
We are strong and bold and beautiful,
My tears reached your soul it's undisputable.
In thy untroubled ashes may our distance be light.
We live in one another still.
Peace be with you
Are the words she said
Flowers placed appropriately
Saying goodbye to the dead.
She wasn’t false
And yet, it wasn’t true
Because there were things
She just couldn’t undo.
A while she stayed
And many things she did pray
But in her head is where the words would remain
For if she dared speak them aloud,
She knew her heart would break.
When the sky took upon an orange glow
She knew that it was time to go.
To leave them there was harder
Much harder than she’d imagined.
But her mother had told her many times before,
“Rest easy my child. Today it hurts,
but tomorrow, it’s a new day.
It won’t bare the pain of yesterday
anymore.”
With that in mind
She made to leave,
Hoping that the souls left behind,
Would find peace.
And forgive her, for the words she wished to keep.
Oh mother, you are not divine anymore,
When part of you lies silent beside—
Undone by the hands that fed,
The little lips eager to call you mom.
What happens when the night crawls
Beneath the shady town of death?
Was there a sob, or desperate hiss,
When your dirty hands barred her breath?
Was he stirred, or gave a gentle kiss,
When death devised its plan through you?
The hand he held with mountain trust
Held his mouth and nose to rest.
Alas! You killed two little ones,
And why not spare the baby in the cradle?
Maybe you did it with your eyes shut—
And your ears and mind as well.
I’m sure, if a tiny light peeked through
The barred doors of your void heart,
You’d cuddle the little heart with love
And feed her from your divine teat.
But what you got by plucking the little flowers
Waiting to bloom for the world in full?
I’m tired of thinking of you as a mother—
Mothers are divine, but not you at all.
Perplexed and dismayed
In the seeming misery.
This bewildered soul so abashed
Within the bodied figure so jittery.
Daunted her deep-felt presence
He wonders, if lost.
Heart sobs within, in cold sweat sequence
To what does this cost.
Uncertainty seemed a bedrest
One not pleasing to behold.
In what way does this become a test
Yet the mind feels a stronghold.
He mumbled through the dark intermittently
Ferreting a glimmer of hope to come.
Braced skillfully and Concomitantly
The love of her succor draws Him not to keep mum.
For a couple of weeks
the phone calls and cards
expressed sympathies
As suddenly as death itself
they stopped
For the next year or so
things reminded me of her
A favorite song on the radio
Someone would cook a dish she liked
Now I only remember her twice a year
On her birthday I tweet she would’ve been 104
Happy Birthday in Heaven mother
do they have birthdays in Heaven
On the anniversary of her death
I post how I miss her
quickly scrolling to the next newsfeed
Oh look… tiny goats.
I heard your encouragement so many times,
worded ten million
different ways
that I forgot to listen for it anymore.
Your love never came lightly,
never with levity but rather cast echoes when it left the horizon.
Sometimes it hurt on purpose,
Just so you knew how severely you could affect.
You forgot to listen too.
I have been brave enough to hold the gaze of a barrel
that had a recent, accurate and deadly history.
I scheduled having my first child completely alone.
I am not brave without you.
You have had more purpose than you ever realized.
I wish I could tell you all about it today.
You would tell me to hold my head high.
Wouldn't you?
Your tall tales were magical to me.
I was silly to always believe you.
You needed someone to resound what you wished to be true.
To make it all sound less tragic.
Bye momma
She waved me off and then blew me a kiss,
As she slowly closed her door,
I remember thinking this was rather strange
For she had never blown me a kiss before!
It was the heart attack that took her life,
But at least her chest pains would be no more,
It was a neighbour checking up on her
Who had found her on the hallway floor.
She waved me off and then blew me a kiss,
As she slowly closed her door,
I remember thinking this was rather strange
For she had never blown me a kiss before!
I often wish I’d blown a kiss back to her,
As I’d driven off down the road,
For her little cottage lies empty now,
It is no longer my Mum’s abode.
She waved me off and then blew me a kiss,
As she slowly closed her door,
I remember thinking this was rather strange
For she had never blown me a kiss before!
And in my darkest imaginings
I can see tears forming in her eyes,
As she blew that final kiss to me,
Aware of her imminent demise …
You flit through my thoughts now and again
I feel you by my side more often than not
Just because your blood runs deep within me
And seriously will not change that for anything
My heart yearns and weeps for loosing you to God
You know, now I have you and God looking out for me
But still I miss you. still I love you. and still I weep dear Mother
Its been years now
Love reciprocated not because you brought me to this world
But because you just love everyone
You sacrificed so much and gave all you could no matter how little straight from your heart
God must love you very much for what you did here on earth. Because I love you tons and tons and the weight weighs me down
The tears release me some but I know you can never be replaced.
My rock that protected me from hurt and pain
When you were in pain I was at a lose so God took you away.
Farewell mother, until we meet again.
I love you, you love me, we are a happy family.
You guys have blessed me greatly,
Your kind words mean so much to me.
I wish I can give guys a warm hug
Because y'all have given me so much love.
Y'all seem me through my ups and downs
From living in a big city to living in a small town.
You comforted me with the loss of my mother
I'm so glad you guys see me as a big brother
Hopefully, through my videos, you guys will find God and love each other.
I love you guys so much
Thank you guys for giving me so much trust.
I know life may be hard for some of you but I pray that you'll see your way through.
Do the Angels Rock the Babies?
Do the Angels rock the Babies?
Oh, please tell me it is so.
When they're carried through the Cosmos;
To the place where Spirits go.
Do they sing with Angel sweetness;
A Blessed lullaby?
Do they hold them oh so gently;
And rock them when they cry?
I have often paused to ponder;
Through the long dark passing years.
Does God know that we remember?
Does He see a Mother's tears?
Do the Angels rock the Babies?
Do they kiss and hold them close?
Are they gentle care-providers?
These awesome Heavenly Host.
I know my God is able;
And I know He values man.
He will honor your endeavor;
When you do the best you can.
God's son was once a baby;
He was Bethlehem's precious child.
Our Savior once wore nappies;
Though I know the concept's wild.
There was a time in Heaven;
When the Angels must have cried.
When God gave His only son,
And for us He died.
Do the Angels rock the Babies?
Yes, I think they understand.
The pain and grief we suffer;
And how our God values man.
Golden ghost
Guided through the gloom and grief
Generate growth in the grieving ghouls still going and become the glue between our groups
The givers last gift
Gapping our grids, ghastly in all your glory
A gallant gamble
To gratify all grudges into a genesis so genuine
Grateful my gaze catches a glimpse of your gilded glow
Grounded and gagged as I grovel in the gleam of gathering gravity, my guardian
A galvanizing gash gears toward a gradient gateway from this geocentric galaxy
The guilt that has governed me has been guided by grace to the grave
Tonight I am feeling
a little scared
as I can tell my mama
Climbing those
Heavenly stairs.
Tonight I am feeling
Kind of strange
Because I will never
Again here my mother
call out my name.
Tonight I am feeling
Happy because mom
Will get to go to heaven
and also see daddy again.
She will be in no more pain
After Jesus calls out
Her name.
Tonight I am feeling
Unsure of tomorrow
Because I may not
Have my mom so it
All brings on sorrow .
Tonight I am feeling
So surprised
That after 60 years
I won't wake up to
Look into my mother's
Beautiful blue eyes.
I question God why ?
Tonight I am feeling
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