Letter to Jesus

Good morning Lord,

I sit here at the keyboard,

Not knowing what to say,

Conflicting emotions linger

Concerning my mom of long ago.

I don't feel like I knew her, Lord;

Because she never shared much

Of her life before I was born.

Her life as a child-a mystery,

Nary was a story ever told,

Of her memories of long ago.

I wish I could have known her, Lord,

Known the girl who became my mom;

Then I might have understood,

Why she often made me feel

Like I was her clone, and all alone.

Lord, she tried so hard to make me,

Into what she wanted me to be,

Living through me vicariously.

I used to hate it, Lord,

But now I don't mind at all.

The strongest woman I ever knew,

Is now in Glory-Land with you.

But still I feel her within me, Lord

Peering through my eyes;

I guess a piece of her still lives in me.

Give her a hug please, Lord,

And tell her it is okay to let me go,

You are here with me now,

To lead guide and direct me now.

This is my mom and dad on their 50th wedding anniversary.

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