So I ask my mother, “Mother why must you go?” with tears welling up in my eyes.

“Jesus needs another angel by his side, my dear,”

my mother said with a smile upon her face.

“Why does he have to choose you? Why can't He take another person's mother?”

I asked with a questioning look on my face, the tears continuing to fall.

“It's my turn to sit near the throne, my child.” she said her head

bowed down toward mine. “This is what I have waited for all of my life,

my child. I will suffer no more. I will have no more pain. Do you not understand?”

No, I will never understand, but I was hurting so much

deep inside I could no longer speak.

“Dry your tears, and lift your eyes and smile for me,“

my mother said to me. “I am always with you.

All you have to do is think about the memories.”

She continued on, “Remember me and I will be there.

I will be with you always. I will dwell within you, deep inside your heart.

You will see me every night, my child, when you close your eyes to sleep.”

 ~ in loving memory of my mother ~

Marilyn Cunningham  ~  6/21/43 - 12/08/14


Kelly Harris ~ 12/18/14