My mother always knew
the me that others didn't know.
The deeper part of me
that thought and felt.
She knew where my belongings were,
the ones I couldn't find
My socks, my keys, my wallet,
my favorite missing belt.
She knew just what I loved to eat
and when to make each dish.
The way she knew remains a mystery.
How did she sense my troubled times
and help with every hurt?
I truly had a mom who loved
and gave herself for me.
I'm grateful for the precious years
I've had and known her love.
Her memory will live within my heart.
But God has called her to
His side to live forevermore.
I cannot hold her back.
I know my mother must depart.
