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It's My Sweet Momma
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Grief & Grieving 
I heard her heart beating,
From there, inside her womb.
She loved me before anyone,
While I was in my first room.
She birthed me and held me
and rocked away my cries.
It was by her, I first knew love,
When I first looked into her eyes.
She raised me and reared me,
Taught me right from wrong.
And showed me, by her example,
How to be strong-woman strong.
She spanked me when needed,
For which I'm no worse for the wear.
She's guided me through trials,
Through sadness and though despair.
She's been my very best friend,
My teacher, and my biggest fan.
And she'll forever be my hero,
For all my remaining lifespan.
But now she's so very tired
And she longs to go Home.
Where she'll hurt never again
As through Heaven's streets, she'll roam.
For that, I'll be so grateful,
She's more than earned her reward.
As once she arrives in Heaven,
She will be fully healed and restored!
And I know this won't be the last time,
I'll see her beautiful face...
For one day, I'll join her,
In that Glorious Place!
But oh, sorrow until then,
My heart will surely be aching,
For it's not just anyone, you see,
It's My Sweet Momma, God's taking.
07-17-2020
Author's Notes/Comments:
I write with the ink of my soul and this has to be the easiest, yet, the absolute hardest poem I've ever written. 
I love you with all my heart and soul, Mom. <3
A treasure filled with the
A treasure filled with the most radiant magic, which is love. This lyrical tribute was truly moving, as you expressed bottomless gratitude and cherished memories, then finally a powerful, heart-stirring goodbye.
The presentation was beautiful as well. A precious gift.