That Day

I was thinking about my mom last night, because I want to write about her on my blog on blog.spot. This poem came out of nowhere. So I went with it. It's about the day she died.

The day she died...

Venom in my heart.

There was a rat in my cage,  but there was no hiding place.

Alone in realities corner I couldn't squirm free.

Tormented, blind faith was all I had.

What I'd feared from childhood's first glimpse was no visitor
            just passing through.

Momma was gone.

No lies to form on my lips
           could delay that journey that was hers to take.

The only way out was in.

Death's cold shiver, she did not resist.

God did not mock her
           but greeted her with mercy's kiss.

She drank fire all the days of her life,
           but that last sip turned into blood thirsty wine.

The last thing she tasted was was God's love on her cracked, pleading lips.

Angels' wings flutter in my face.

In the breeze I smell the memory of her
           And I smile back at her embrace.

Yes... I will live another day.

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I welled reading this..it was beautifully touching and some of the words were magic..I don't like to quote but have to..

God did not mock her
but greeted her with mercy's kiss.
The last thing she tasted was was God's love on her cracked, pleading lips.

perfection..your mother will looking down... with pride