Saturday, July 11, 2009

From gate to Gate

From gate to Gate

Of Mommy and Child, oh the times divine,
Short though they were, they were God’s sweet lifeline,
Held tightly at times with this heart of mine,
To cherish each moment, sweet times benign . . .

When you left, I had to plant my garden lush,
With flowers that would stand in a straight line—
Otherwise, my worried mind would not hush . . .
The flowers . . . would obey . . . their bound’ry line.

The days drug on that you were not yet home;
51 days on the streets you would roam,
And then you called—you wanted to come home;
I rushed to get you, praying for shalom . . .

Before you left that day, we’d asked you t’ stay—
I took what was t’ be my last look at you;
We hugged so tight, and yet … you pulled away;
You were nineteen; what else could Mommy do …?

You ran down the steps and out of our gate,

And I

won’t get to see you


Heav’n’s Gate . . .

Painting: The Garden at Pontoise by Camille Pissarro, 1877

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Written 7/5/09 – From gate to Gate – Angie Bennett Prince



Linda - Nickers and Ink said...

So heartfelt and true.

Thanks for participating at Simply Snickers. Next week's prompt is up!



Jennifer Hudson Taylor said...

I'm not a grieving mother, but I've face the fear of losing my daughter when she was an infant due to a life threatening seizure disorder that would cause her to stop breathing. I think God that she is healed and no longer has these nor is she on medication, but we do have some delayed development that we are working to overcome. She has come such a long way. I applaud you for this blog and the counseling and inspiration you are providing to others.

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