When I was a teenager, I wrote lots of poetry. I went through my file to find a poem that I wrote to my mom years ago. I'd like to share it with you all...
A Friend Waiting for Me (please do not reprint without permission)
At home,
There is a friend waiting for me,
Someone with a heart
Full of sweet charity.
There at home, in the kitchen
Is a friend waiting for me,
Someone with a heart
Full of sweet melody.
There in the kitchen, sitting in the chair
Is a friend waiting for me,
Someone with a heart
Full of sweet mercy.
There sitting in the chair is my mother,
A friend who has been waiting for me,
For a long time she has been there
Waiting to hear what my question would be.
Then with a shaky voice
I reply, "Mother, what shall I do?"
She answers in a small voice,
"Do what the Lord would want you to do."
She then shows me from the Word of God
The answer to my problem,
She reads the verses one by one
In a voice of peaceful solemn.
A moment later
She embraces me with her sweet charity,
As many tears
Run down my cheeks.
Anytime I need someone,
I can clearly see,
There is someone at home, in the kitchen,
Sitting in the chair,
My mother; a friend waiting for me.
May 11, 1990
Thank you, Mom, for your continued love and support all of these years. We love you!:)
1 comment:
That is a great poem Theo and it made me think of my mom.
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