AMEN Nick:
I was my mom's caregiver in my home. Here is a poem I wrote in memory of my mother when she graduated to be with our Lord
Momma isn't crying now,
our Savior wiped them dry.
He took her in his loving arms
and said dear child don't cry.
For today you'll be in paradise
where the streets are paved in gold
and there will stand your beloved Sam
ready to take you home.
A home the likes you could not believe
filled with all your family.
And you will laugh and dance and sing
For all eternity.
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