Spiritual Poem about Death

My Mom's Passing

When my mom died, I came home, sat down, and wrote this poem in five minutes. I felt it was written by someone else as I don't usually write poems. It was read by her friend at the cemetery during the funeral. My dad still has it framed and on his wall. I am proud of my mother.

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My Mother, The Angel

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Published: May 4, 2021

A woman of wisdom, of courage and strength,
Fighting a great battle for a 30-year length.
She lost her great battle, not because she was weak,
but she loved God and He humbles the meek.
She lived quite a life through teaching and travels,
Had the patience of saints and never unraveled.
Her bright, shining eyes were like flowers in bloom,
her beautiful smile just lit up the room.
Her family was golden to her, it was known.
Her prince charming, my dad, she held high on a throne.
We shall think of her fondly and in our hearts know
in heaven she flies and continues to grow.
She's in heaven with Jesus, now singing His praise,
Warning us of life during these end time days.
She's an angel now flying with beautiful wings.
In heaven she dwells, with Jesus she sings.
She will watch over us with her caring blue eyes,
clearing the way for us making blue skies.
She's an angel, for sure, as she was here to me til the end,
Forever in our hearts mother, wife, sister, friend.

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