Could I be like mother?
Do I have the time?
She seemed so angelic
and seemed so sublime.
We all have to work
for days at a time.
A difficult struggle
and very hard climb.
I labored and slaved
through years of hard time.
I scratched for - and saved it,
but it was a crime.
And focused on God? No.
I lost it in time.
His will, not my purpose,
but dollar and dime.
I now live for Jesus.
I give Him my time.
My life of enjoyment,
completed in rhyme.
But now I see mom for
the very last time.
I turn from her casket
...and hear the bell chime.
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