Black Poetry : Momma Sick

Bluewater

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Praising The Lord
Momma sick
As I look upon the face of my mother.
I see my life flash before my eyes.

She

So patiently removes the bits of glass that got in my hand,
From playing on the cements playground, when I fell down.

The special smile she shared with me.
A message only we understood...

My Momma sick,

And my heart feels heavy.
Seem like she is getting better
Yet I never thought this far ahead
That Momma would ever be sick like this
Our Mother Queen who fought on the line
For the freedom of US…What can I do?
A strength that make the mightiest
Shake in there shoes…
A loving care that brings
butterflies, and birds
to her feet
My Momma

My hands massage
The muscle in her back
Singing a ancient tune
Words I do not know
Reaching deep within me
Willing the ancient to me
To help me
In the healing
My eyes dare not tear
For the joy of knowing my Momma
Is a blessing that have been
Bestowed upon us
And all I want to do is
Bring her comfort
And think good thoughts only
So strange it is
As I think of my Momma
I see my life flash
Before my eyes
 
Blue
May comfort be brought to you and your mother. My heart goes out to you and yours at this time.
 

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