Three years after I wrote this poem, Holy God took my Mom to Heaven. I can still see her as if she was still here. The memories never do leave. The pain of loss Holy God heals but He keeps the memories alive within us. Maybe He does that so we can role-play our lives ... how we would do things differently ... or how we would not change anything that happened.
At my mother's knee and my grandmom's knee ... I learned all about Holy Creator. My mom, Mary, and my grandmom, Anna, were my greatest teachers.
In humble Faith, Hope, and Charity,
Elizabeth, New Jersey (USA)
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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