MAMA’S DARKNESS…MAMA’S FAITH

Here but not here-alive but not-mama lingered in this state for six weeks.

The relentlessness of her illness was life-threatening to say the very least.

In throws of nausea and mind-altering pain, her faith shown in her eyes.

With pain and weakness obvious, mama said “I don’t feel no ways tired.”

Those words to that old, old gospel song were more than music to my ears.

Those words alerted me to my personal faith; they wrestled away my fears.

From that day on I knew that this was not the time of my mama’ departure.

I knew then that she would awake and I would have more time to enjoy her.

Weeks passed, I prayed for God to give her more time with us on this planet.

Some days helplessly watching her suffer; it was hard for my heart to stand it.

The prognosis was not positive if viewed with only the natural eye of mankind.

Mama taught me of faith and God’s grace; I knew that it was time to use mine.

The surgeons predicted that she would live merely six month; a year at most.

Boldly, my faith stood up and said; only God says when she gives up the ghost”

My mama and I are true women of faith. God has proven Himself many times.

I know mama has stood on her faith for decades; it was time to stand on mine.

As mama lay there, not eating, drinking, I prayed as I have rarely prayed before.

Prostrate before my Heavenly Father, I lay all my fear and pain at Heaven’s door.

I admit that Satan attempted to scare me into believing that this was mama’s time.

Many righteous prayers went up for my mama. Many prayers, both hers and mine.

October began the darkness. Mama came back to us in December, weak but alive.

Mama is joking again, telling my sister and me she knew it was not her time to die.

Her mind is slower but she gradually gets the point the conversation that is at hand.

Mama is the strongest human I have seen -on her tried faith in God she still stands.

God knows how long she shall stay; she wants her pretty face on a Smacker’s jar.

If anyone can make 100; she has the conviction and will that could take her that far.

Only God knows the number of her days. Mama says t this is one last mortal desire;

I pray the last curtain does not come soon to a soul with so much love, faith and fire.

Mama regained her mental clarity and a good portion of strength for a long while.

She lived more than that year the doctors predicted. Winning was my mama’s style. As I mourn, she is with God.  I know I will gee her again. I only have to wait a while.

When I get to heaven, mama will be waiting with open arms and that sweet smile.

I LOVE YOU, MAMA

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