Dying Poem
My mother suffers from a very rare form of cancer. I wrote this to help ease the pain I'm feeling watching her suffer. She is not just a mom, she's my very best friend. She's never let me down. I believe in heaven and I know where she is going but it still doesn't make this any easier for me. I hope others facing a loss of a parent can read this and find comfort in knowing that life after life is real, heaven is real and one day we will all be together again. God bless.
A Prayer For Mama
©
Kathy J Parenteau
My dear sweet heavenly father I come to you today,
with faith and hope I ask, send an angel Mama's way.
I know her time is near and soon you'll take her home,
to stroll across the streets of gold where other angels roam.
It's hard to watch her suffer and slowly fade away,
help me God to understand, give me strength I pray.
She means so much to all of us, forgive me for my fears,
life will never be the same without her presence here.
My mother is my angel, she taught me how to love,
and told me about you lord and heaven up above.
When she crosses over and steps into the light,
tell her that I love her and when the time is right.
Meet me at the pearly gates where every thing's brand new,
we'll walk across God's meadow lands where skies are always blue.
Somewhere beyond the sunset every now and then,
I pray she watches over me until we meet again.
with faith and hope I ask, send an angel Mama's way.
I know her time is near and soon you'll take her home,
to stroll across the streets of gold where other angels roam.
It's hard to watch her suffer and slowly fade away,
help me God to understand, give me strength I pray.
She means so much to all of us, forgive me for my fears,
life will never be the same without her presence here.
My mother is my angel, she taught me how to love,
and told me about you lord and heaven up above.
When she crosses over and steps into the light,
tell her that I love her and when the time is right.
Meet me at the pearly gates where every thing's brand new,
we'll walk across God's meadow lands where skies are always blue.
Somewhere beyond the sunset every now and then,
I pray she watches over me until we meet again.
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Lauren Submitted 1/27/2013
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