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My Mother’s Arms

My mother’s arms were always open,
comforting and strong.
There for when I needed her,
no matter for how long.
She suffered too, I know,
with heavy burdens to bear,
but she never gave up on kindness,
on God, Jesus Christ, or on prayer.
If you knew my mother,
you know how much she gave,
how much she cared for others,
how she was always so brave.
She was brave at the very end too,
as she reached her final days.
I held her in my arms then
and knew she couldn’t stay.
Now that my mother has passed on,
I miss her every day,
but her memory gives me strength,
more than I can say.
Her example of kindness
and of generosity
will never be forgotten,
I will carry it with me.
My mother taught me always,
through what she did herself,
that giving help to others
shows the strength in yourself.
Although I cry that she is gone,
I am happy that I know
that in Heaven she’s found the true happiness
she seldom found below.
While she was on earth,
my mother’s arms were my safe place.
Now I know she’s taken care of
In God, Jesus Christ’s embrace.

 

© Shenita Etwaroo


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