Momma, when you died I ask God 'Why'
He answered me quickly 'HER JOB IS DONE'
I started to cry pleading out to God
'That's my mother and I love her dearly'.
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zealous and loving lines.... pain and hurt shall not be done away but faith soothes it very nice peace... sat
Such a cooling poetry, it fight all sad time with faith and love, Job well done for u too Nedra...Your mother job on earth was to take care a young generation to spread love and she did well and you are blessed with her love. Dont sad but be happy for her_Unwritten Soul