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    DEVINE MISS M. (4 MY SOUL BROTHER'S MOTHER)

    Son

    Close my eyes to say a silent prayer

    Lord knows

    I feel you here

    in the kitchen as you prepare

    chicken and fish fried golden tan

    calling us to eat

    while pouring the grease in separate cans

     

    Never really had my daddy around

    if you complained

    I never heard a sound

    you dedicated your life to us

    taught always in God we should trust

     

    The streets of Philadelphia

    can get grimy

    I admit

    some of my friends were slimy

    but you were a mother they wished they had

    most of us grew up without dads

     

    You raised us on pride and principles

    told us life was never simple

    but true family and friends

    stand with you until the end

     

    Lord knows when I heard the diagnosis

    I felt like I was under hypnosis

    I thought

    how can God take away

    a woman who never had a negative word to say

     

    Always would see you reading Bible verses

    would think

    both of my sisters are nurses

    the ultimate sign of love and respect

    following in their momma's footsteps

     

    Got so tired of seeing you in pain

    I admit I cursed God at times

    I'm not ashamed

    it wasn't a sign of disrespect

    I didn't want you to leave just yet

     

    Seeing you sleeping

    in the hospital

    took me back to when I was little

    and you would gently rub my head

    when I fell asleep in your bed

     

    You barely had the strength

    to raise your hand

    Lord knows even though

    I'm a man

    ain't no greater pain

    than watching your best friend slowly drain

     

    I would wipe the sweat

    from your brow

    think to myself

    who will I go to now

    all of my life I never had to think twice

    always went to you

    for sound advice

     

    The last birthday party

    we shared

    that summer day I was so damn scared

    please God give her enough strength

    on this hot day to last the length

     

    I remember when we pulled up

    in the car

    I said

    momma look how loved you are

    such a large turnout

    of family and friends

    I didn't know that was the last time

    we would spend

    celebrating your brithday

     

    I don't know why

    it has to be this way

    why God takes the good away

    happy birthday

    we all sung

    Dear God

    my momma's 59 years young

     

    You tried

    to prepare us for the ending

    I knew

    Angels of Mercy God was sending

    yet still

    on that fateful day

    from you I refused

    to break away

     

    I tell my friends

    forget about them women you wine and dine

    go to your momma's house

    and spend quality time

    parents won't always be around

    and nothing can replace the sound

    of your momma's voice

     

    Life goes on

    we don't have a choice

    every time my eyes get moist

    I let the tears fall

    looking at your picture

    on my wall

     

    Never can I replace

    the smell of fish frying

    and the sweet aftertaste

    but through my hurt and pain

    I know to live is Christ

    to die is gain

     

    The funeral was so very nice

    I know

    though your body was there

    your soul was in paradise

    I Pray I have a long life to live

    but a year of it I would gladly give

    to hug you once again

    sweet momma

    my best friend

    please send

    an Angel of Mercy

    to comfort me

    to comfort me...

     

    Devine Miss M.

    this is D'ee speaking

    one of your son's best friends

    when I think of you

    and the positive impact you had on my soul brother

    I think of my mother

    and I take a drive to her house

    because I can't resist

    giving her a kiss

    once and a while she looks on surprised

    rarely has she seen tears in her son's eyes

    but there is one truth no one can deny

    the love between a mother and her children

    is beyond any love this cruel world has ever known

    so Miss M.

    though you have flown home

    your spirit is still being felt down here

    by your family

    your friends

    and myself

    who through the wise words of your son

    no matter how busy I am

    I make the time

    to feel my mother's hands in mine

    thank you Maam

     

    ....that's it

    can't write anymore

    Soul Bro..Love U man

    this is for you

    peace

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    • 7 February 2011
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