After You Moma

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    I have lost four of my brothers and one sister whom I never meet from my mother. My father had other children who I meet after his death and I was blessed enough to meet a sister who died of cancer 3-4 months after we meet. Death is something that has no explantion and when I talk to my mother I feel she too can not understand why her children are dyeing before her. I want to stay behin to care for her as much as I can before she too greets the Lord our host.

    After You Moma

     There were 10 a complete set 5girls 5boys
     can you imagine that
     a little girl lost  long before I was born
     I wonder if she broke moma's  heart
     I never really gave it a thought

     only after you moma will I leave this earth
     on my knees I pray to God for what it's worth

      brother 2 was taken we all wonder why he was just one of those guys
      who give you what ever he had no question ask
      his life no one should have taken that you best believe this is a fact
       
      Moma after you oh I pray to enter heaven too some day,
      My sweet moma only after you shall death do us part

     
     The news was awaited he had not been seen
     cool ,smoothe brother number 3 sharp as tac 
     always clean die alone in prison cell that had to be hell

     moma still has her doubts if it was him she received
     a can full of ash's / dust of a child that she held in her arms
     sits in a urn for us all to mourn
     
    the oldest brother could not talk nor hear but he knew moma was dear so word was sent to bring her close
    before the lord came as his host

     only after you are gone moma to be with the Lord 
     for those of us who are left here to mourn 
     are all back in your arms  only after you are gone
     the 6 of us pray to the Lord only after you are gone

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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