The doctor led us to an adjoining room,
I knew I was staring at her for the last time.
Her journey home was now in bloom.
Too early, her tenure was in her prime.
She also knew her end was here
the cancer had slowly worn her down.
Like mighty Elms surrounded by deer,
the best would go with head in crown.
And she did, with dignity,
she closed her eyes and met her Lord.
She left six children in much pain,
and a spouse of almost thirty years.
We'll limp through life with this strain,
and soaked-up day filled with tears.
Years have passed and we still remember,
the holidays we've spent alone.
She left us the month after November.
We talk of her when we're all home;
it makes the pain bearable.
Mother's Day is manageable.
For surely God has helped us cope.
Its like a toothache that's so dull.
He wrapped His arms around us in hope,
And it gives us comfort knowing
that He took her like flowers.
He selected her from the cull.
© 2003 by Carol Dee Meeks
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