MY MOTHER WENT HOME
My mother went Home in ninety five.
But in my heart, I know she's alive.
More alive now than ever before,
Because now I know she's reached the final shore.
While on earth, she didn't have much.
But with what she had, she taught us so much.
When we got sick, she knew the Healer.
We didn't question, we got the Deliverer.
Momma's in her new home now.
Because or her teaching,
I believe that when I bow,
The next few steppe I take,
I'll be beside her when I awake.
A Mother's Love
Hostess: Dream Girl (Maggie)
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