Of a very beautiful place.
I saw my mom with open arms
A smile upon her face.
She said, "My son, where have you been
For it has been so long?
I was so afraid you had lost your way
Or the road you took was wrong."
Then she said, "Come let me show you
This very lovely place."
I could tell my mom was happy
I could see it in her face.
We entered through the pearly gates
And walked down the streets of gold.
I met dear friends that I had lost
of ages both young and old.
And we went and sat by the river of life
And she shared her prayers with me
That some fine day I'd be with her
Throughout all eternity.
Then she said, "There's someone you must meet
For he really loves you so."
But I really didn't understand
For his face I did not know.
And the last time I saw mother
She was standing by the gates
She said, "Go safely on your way
and remember don't be late."
Then I awoke that morning
On bended knees on the floor
Begging God for forgiveness
And vowing to roam no more.
So spend eternity in peace, Dear Mother
For I'm never, no more, to roam
And wait for me with open arms
For your son is 'coming home.'
Written for my mother - April 21, 2001