Mama
One dark December morning
We received a dreadful call
The nurse said, “Come to the
hospital.” as I recall
Mama had gotten worse
This was a day of dread
Just as I suspected, when we
arrived Mama was dead
Mama left us that day
But she’s in a better place
She is now gazing upon Jesus’
face
Her legs no longer crippled
Her legs no longer old
For she is now dancing and
rejoicing down the streets of gold
She has joined my brother Phillip
Who had gone on years before
She can now hold him in her arms
once more
All her brothers and sisters are
there too
Along with her mom and dad
What a joyful reunion they must
have had
Mama had to leave us that day
I don’t understand the reason
But I know it’s only for a season
One day we will be together once
more
By: Mama’s little girl
Sheila Brannick