REMEMBERING THE FOOT STEPS OF MY "MOTHER" ON "MOTHERS DAY"

I have often thought of the path
that my mother took in her life.
I watch with great intensity even as a
child, of the strain and strife.

I watched how humble she was,
even though she was aware of her powers.
She could request anything from God,
and God would respond within the hour.

It was amazing how little she asked for,
always for family, love ones and friends.
She was content with the spirit of God,
she lived for defeating the devil and sin.

I often wondered why she never asked for
worldly things, big houses and diamonds rings.
Why she prayed for her enemies and her friends.
She was preparing her soul to meet the King.

I am truly bless to have had a Mother with
so many gifts, and to be able to remember
her foot steps.

Now all I have to do is walk in them.

This poem is not just for my Mother, but for
all Mothers who have travelled this road of
MOTHER HOOD.

Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2013