Sweet Mother of Mine.

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SWEET MOTHER OF MINE.

Sweet Mother of mine,
your length of days has passed.
Your soul is free; released   
into the hands of God.

Your absence has left an emptiness.  
Your sprinkles of sweetness
are no longer here to enrich.
Your rare conversation echoes
and some memories are bittersweet. 

You did not judge. You were not harsh.   
Yet, unbeknownst to you,
your silence spoke. Come what may,
forgiveness you taught;
a truth which often pervades my thoughts.

Inwardly you knew your days were few,
Yet, you continued in the only way you could.
Your distress I could not bear.
I watched you wither from day to day
until Jesus stepped in and whisked you away.

I gaze at the old black and white image
of you on a happier, carefree day.  
I love your vivacity and beautiful smile.
I prefer to remember you this way.  

Sweet mother of mine,
There will come a time
when we will meet again.
All that is good will blend
into something sublime;  
something that will never end.
~ Caroline Street. 

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