“For You, Mama”

A poem I wrote after my son's death

The wrath of the world no longer taunts me,

I no longer feel the Pain,

Or suffer from its’ Misery,

The good Lord called me home,

But, through You I will continue to live on,

I wish You could see me walking down the Streets of gold,

For in Heaven, My heart will never grow old,

So do not worry for Me, Mama,

I’m as happy as could be,

So when Tomorrow starts without me,

And I’m not there for you to see,

All I ask is for you not grieve for me,

For God has set me free,