MAMA by Richard O. Harris
As children mama taught us of God, and the love He had for everyone.
She taught us about heaven, where we'd be when our toils were done.
On 'rainy' days she taught us, said the angels were crying the most.
Someone had left this life to be with them, to join with the heavenly host.
So as mama lay dying, angels cried, her suffering done after many years.
And on the day my mama died, the angels rejoiced as I shed my tears.
I cried for the loss of one I loved and for joy as her pain found its' end.
The angels cried to welcome her above and cried to guide her soul to them.
And we cried, the angels and I, cried in sorrow, joy, and cried from love.
We cried all day the day mama died. We knew she would be welcome above.
I have seldom felt closer to God or felt the presence of His Host,
Rarely knew the joy of such a love, until this visit by Holy Ghost.
All of this happened the day my mama died.
And happens still when we meet, the angels and I.
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Feedback is always encouraged and appreciated. Even if I do not like what is said, I do want to keep an open mind and listen. Rick