| A poem for Mom on Mothers Day |
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| by: Dr. Rodney D. Coates | |
| Wednesday, 07 May 2008 | |
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![]() “Sisterhood,” a painting by death row prisoner Erskine Johnson, an old friend of the Bay View
When the angel of death Whispered into your ear Why have another Why go through all the trouble Get rid of it now while you still have time
My mother responded with love and said not this one.
When the doctors saw no hope Death whispered into her ear There is no chance he will survive End his suffering now, let him go in peace Why worry, pain yourself any longer
My mother responded with love and said not this one. Death whispered into her ear I’ve got him now
I’ll take him now Give him to me
My mother responded with love and said not this one. When the war of defeat would succumb me Death whispered into her ear He has no chance He will not make it He is doomed He will die now
My mother responded with love and said not this one. When my spirit did fail Death whispered into her ear He has given up He has turned to me He is mine now Give him to me
My mother responded with love and said not this one. So, Mom, as I sit back and wonder how I made it over Love whispers into my ear Your love saved me Your love sustained me Your love sheltered me Your love uplifted me So, my mother, I respond with I love you.
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