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Life imitates art sometimes,
as I capture snapshots between these lines,
expanding my consciousness and taxing my will,
so promises may be fulfilled.

My mind sees the clock,
it's roughly five in the morn,
I can hear momma praying,
as the new day is born.

That "old school" prayer,
in that "wailing" style,
heard clearly in the "prayer" room,
caused me to listen for a while.

She seemed to plead from her knees,
for the sake of us all,
she'd ask the Lord to uplift us,
if life caused us to fall.

To remember all of those,
the sick and afflicted,
the troubled of heart,
those locked-down and convicted.

Remember those in need,
and bring an end to their pain,
as we are unworthy of His grace,
but thankful just the same.

Remember those gone home,
that they be not denied,
on the day the trumpets sound,
a chance to stand by His side.

It's then that I'd sneak in,
5 years old, by her knee,
she'd place a hand on my head,
and say a prayer just for me.

She'd ask that our God,
give me the strength to stand,
that I would walk in his wisdom,
and be a strong, righteous man.

That he'd bless me to travel,
and see the world and its ways,
that I'd "Fight the Good Fight",
and be a blessing in some way.

And as she asked in His name,
from whence all blessings come,
I saw the tears that were streaming,
the sincerity brought home.

It was in 1990 I lost her,
I was in the Med Sea,
I had a waking vision,
in which she visited me.

She'd placed a hand on my shoulder,
and said "It'll all be alright",
and before the "bright light" faded,
she said "Son, live your life".

I remember the tears coming,
but not how long I cried,
my "sacred heart" was no more,
my grandma had just died.

I was put on a helicopter,
and flown to Sicily,
to converse with my family,
and share the news that "she's free".

It's taken 14 years to write this,
to release all this grief,
and share with the world,
what Momma's Tears meant to me.

  To Ethel Stanford Hill -
                            Goodbye until the trumpets sound...