M’my, as she was affectionately called by me
Never lent a deafening ear,
But now my cries, my calls, my sighs, my shouts
My God, she cannot hear
In my dull days and my nervous nights,
I pray to God that she were here
To listen to my anxious and weeping heart,
And to offer a motherly cheer
I dialled her number many times since then
But never heard her voice,
What must I do? I want to talk to you
My mother, you are the best choice
“God is in charge and all is well”
Are the last words I heard her say
Your stubborn love for Christ and your faithfulness
Are my lesson books, to this day.
I want to talk to you, dear mother
You have been more, than a mom to me
That day will soon return, I remembered
Just be faithful through eternity.
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