Within our home was all we needed
There was not a want for more
Once grown and on my own
...I realized then....that we were poor
She did not 'send' us off to church
......Instead....she led the way
Through the very life she lived
...She taught us how...to pray
In retrospect...she must have suffered
...At times.....in abject pain
Although.....I'll never know for sure
Not once...did she complain
When God prepared that 'House Of Rest'
....I know....he saw....her face
This gentle soul...who's Heaven bound
.....If indeed.....there's....such a place
Author's note:
Dedicated to my mother.....Rosie Leola Earley...1903 - 2001.
...........Petite of figure...yet...a bastion of strength...whose very
life..was an odyssey..of faith. If there is indeed a heaven..she
will own a seat!
James B. Earley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/momma-s-odyssey/
