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I miss the way you encouraged and supported

My dreams, and celebrated with me as they came true.

Mine heart, into a lonely place, was transported

When you moved into your Heavenly mansion.

No matter, what I was going through

Your shoulder was there for me to cry on.

Someday, I’ll kneel at the throne next to you.



Whenever I was sick, it was to you, I looked to for

The tenderest of care, and you always came through.

Chest congestion required “Vick’s Salve,” but pour

“monkey’s blood,” on a scraped knee.

Potato soup was the medicine for the flu.

Oh, how you took care of this child that was me.

And someday I’ll kneel at the throne next to you.



We had long, late night talks about our faith,

Exhorting and encouraging one another.

Your love for your kin and kith

Was unconditional, yet could not rival

The love you had for your Lord

Who I know was overjoyed at your arrival.

And someday I’ll kneel at the throne next to you.



You taught me the golden rule,

and the ten commandments.

You kept me from growing up to be a fool.

All over my life, are your fingerprints,

And I owe all that I have become to you and the Lord.

And someday I’ll kneel at the throne next to you.