I clearly remember all the details of spending that last night with you in the hospital.
I watched you suffered
as you moaned in pain.
I hold your hand endlessly, trying to ease your pain.
I asked for medical attention
All I could do was to sit close by, praying for you.
In the morning, you went away and we have to part.
God finally eased your pain
but broke my heart.
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep – Poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye
I walk along the city streets you used to walk along with me
And every step I take reminds me of just how we used to be
Mama, well how can I forget you?
When there is always something there to remind me
Always something there to remind me………………………………….
This photo is posted in memory of my beloved mother who passed away last week.
The photo was taken in her early twenties.