In my heart, you have been for so long,
Through letters we have joined our holy song,
And my dear your words sing in calligraphy,
But can no longer write at one hundred and three,
And my love for you is a holy space,
In a shining blue ocean,
Wise Centenarian face,
That holds your living breath,
As we pray to Thee,
I tell her that "God is waiting for you and me".............
I think of her ~
And a dove delivers a prayer,
I play music and write poetry,
For her mind is still aware and
She knows the truth,
As she welcomes old age,
With love and care. ............
Gracefully she lay nearly one hundred and three,
My God-Mother held me when a baby,
And christened in a church dressed in
White satin 'n lace,
As my God-Mother looks into my tiny little face.......
Each day, she awaits her return,
To heavens peace and once she said to me~:
"I keep wondering why I keep waking up here!!"
Humorously ~ and I tell her that Gods plan,
Will save us all,
And in heaven we will be,
In union and as one forevermore........
We thank the Lord,
And breathe and ancient prayer.
God-Mother rocks on her rocking chair ~
Priest by her side in a God-daughters prayer..............
Written and thought of by Janene Maree Richardson c 19/01/2013
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