| A Letter To Mama |
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Mama, I went to your grave, today, To lay some pretty flowers there. But as I looked around upon the ground, I couldn't see you anywhere. Then, I looked up high in the sky And I could see you, everywhere, Walking, softly, with our Savior On the streets He paved with gold ... Picking fruit from Heaven's tree, Waiting for us to join the fold. Our brother is there, with you, now. He left our hearts, so dull, with pain. We wished him a farewell, to go somehow, Though our hearts can't be the same. I know you're strolling over Heaven with Dad. I think of you both, often, there ... As, I can see you kneeling and so glad The hush of walking with Jesus, in prayer. Oh, glory, the glow that must be with you, there. Wait for us, sweet gentle Mother. Keep us in your sweet Holy prayers Hence, one day, I know we'll come And, then, we'll be together there. Dedicated to Mama, Julie Mae (Mullins) Duncan 11/18/1907-11/26/1995 And to Harold Duncan 11/11/1946-12/13/1991 Miss you little Brother. |
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