I Never Prayed With Mama
When I was small you cared for me
with everything you had.
It had to be hard with so many kids
and a less than helpful Dad.
While fevers raged,
through bumps and scrapes,
you were always at my side
and never took a minute's rest
until the fear did subside.
The comfort that you gave me
had to be from God above,
for only God's sweet mercy
could conceive of my Mother's love.
And when I was grown I never forgot
the love you had given me.
Though I went on my way until one day
I saw that you needed me.
The years had come and gone so fast!
Your better years of health were past,
strength now gone and graying hair,
t'was now my priviledge to provide the care.
I saw the need, loving care was now mine
to give to you at this special time.
It was no chore, but a pleasure indeed
to return the love you had given to me.
Now that you're gone, I often reflect
of those past times... and I've one regret.
That as certain as death was in that day,
I gave all that care... but I never prayed!
I had no faith then, didn't give God a thought.
He could have made all the difference
given peace to our hearts.
I wish I had thought back then to pray.
Now I miss you so, but I know one day
We'll meet once again, in paradise.
And again we'll be at each others' side.
We'll join in a prayer when that great day comes,
the one I wish we'd had before our days here were done.
by: Joanne Warrick
© 2000
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