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When I
was just a little child,
I stood at the garden
window,
Watching as my Mother
prayed.
I saw her every evening just
as
The sun set, her beautiful blonde
hair
Shinning as it flowed in a gentle
breeze.
She talked to God in her quite
voice,
With her eyes toward the sky,
Kneeling by her garden gazebo in
prayer.
Then came that terrible
day,
Mother didn't return from her work
In
the bank, as she had everyday.
I was
just a girl of six years old,
My brother Jeff
was four,
Little Bobby had just turned
two.
Daddy told us he was not a bad
man.
He was just laid off from the
factory
And wanted money for his
family.
Daddy said two families
were torn apart
By the mistake he made on that
day,
And by him having that awful
gun.
Our family lost our beloved
Mother,
And his family lost their
Dad,
Because of that gun life for both was
sad.
After the funeral, Dad moved us
away
From the house with the garden
Where
everyday I had seen her pray.
Through
the years as my life progressed,
Dad and Aunt
Jean were there for me,
When many occasions
called for a Mother.
During that time
as I was growing up,
I would often see Mother
in my dreams.
She was always in the garden on
her knees.
Remembering about those
happy days,
I returned to our old run down
house,
With the garden where Mother did
pray.
I stood there in that garden
window,
Looking out at the setting sun,
Then
before my eyes, what did I see?
I
rubbed my eyes and looked again,
Amazingly I
could see, like long ago,
Mother in the garden
on her knees.
This time wearing a long
white gown,
On her back were beautiful
wings,
As she knelt I could hear Angels
sing
I left that old house with renewed
faith,
God had sent Mother, now I could
see,
He answered my prayer, she is always with
me
Copyright @ 2003 M. Doris
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