16 years ago, on January 7, my Mom went to her eternal home.
Oh, how I miss her, but oh, how happy am I for her to be where she is!
I penned a little poem in her memory… just simple little questions that I’ve often asked her in my mind, and longings that never die.
Sixteen years in heaven…
what does that feel like, mama?
Does it look or smell any different there;
Is it pretty with a sweet aroma?
Sixteen years with Jesus…
Were you greeted with embrace?
Does He look you in the eye,
Does He talk to you face to face?
Is there a chair for you to sit in…
Or do you float upon a cloud?
Does music play nonstop?
Is it soft, or is it loud?
Do you tell Him all about us…
The ones you left on earth?
Your friends and your dear sweetheart,
and of those you’ve given birth?
Sixteen years without you
seems to be a long, long time.
I miss all things about you…
your laugh, your love, your time.
Time, they’ve said over and o’er,
Should help to ease the pain.
That may be true, alas,
but it’s more loss to me than gain.
But, Oh, how I would not call you down
from the life of bliss you’re in
To ease my life of selfishness
just to have you back again.
I’ll see you once again, dear mom,
and our other loved ones too
Who share that side of heaven…
all those we’ve bid adieu.
I’ll keep your legacy alive
by doing what you’ve taught.
And teach your words on down the line
and doing what I aught
By seeking God in everything,
to trust Him and obey.
And when I’ve finished my final race,
I’ll see you again someday.