I will See You Again Mamma

 

I'll see you again mama

Her hand in his grasp—

each breath a frail, fragile wisp,

her faith steady, sure. He remembers love’s tender warmth,

those hands that bore his childhood weight.

Memories surge in— the lull of her voice,

her arms that sheltered his storms,

her gentle strength in each word, her laughter that filled the dusk.

Tears streak down his face—

each sob a testament to her devotion’s light.

He leans close, his voice a vow, softly through his trembling lips:

“Sweet Mama, I will come when my earthly journey ends—

we shall stand in perfect peace together at our Savior’s side.

” She takes a labored breath— her final breath upon this earth—

now no pain, no sorrow, only joy untold.

----JHF