PernellRodocker
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- Apr 12, 2011
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Happy Mother's Day In Heaven
Who can tell me how I feel? Who can tell me what is real?
No one knows my loss or pain. How I hurt, my tears like rain.
I was the one who held her hand, her life slipping away like sand.
Yet, I had to be so strong, and help the others to get along.
No one knew the pain I felt, the sorrowed blow that death had dealt.
The sun quit shining for me that day. My heart was dark I lost my way.
The one, who bore and nurtured me, kissed away my pains you see.
The pains that I had endured then to them she could no longer tend.
Oh, my mother I cry for you, to come and make me all better.
I wish to you this I could send, my heart with in this letter.
The pain it caught up with me one day,
I cried and cried, with nothing to say.
My loved one held me knowing not what to do,
Rocking and talking and humming me through.
I wept and I wept ‘till I could no more.
I felt empty of life and weak to the core.
I struggled to make my life go forward,
I had no goals nothing to look toward.
My life went on for me you see, because of what God means to me.
He told me of the pains He had, to let His son go made Him sad.
He said I would again see my mother, to trust in Him and no other.
My sorrows and pains will forever be mine;
With His love and peace in my heart I’ll be fine.
I don’t know the pain that you felt,
Nor the blow of death your mother was dealt.
I only know that on went my life,
And God is the one that helps with my strife.
So when I remember each Mother’s Day,
I’ll see her again, that’s what God did say.
Boy, I can hardly wait…
Pernell R. Rodocker
Who can tell me how I feel? Who can tell me what is real?
No one knows my loss or pain. How I hurt, my tears like rain.
I was the one who held her hand, her life slipping away like sand.
Yet, I had to be so strong, and help the others to get along.
No one knew the pain I felt, the sorrowed blow that death had dealt.
The sun quit shining for me that day. My heart was dark I lost my way.
The one, who bore and nurtured me, kissed away my pains you see.
The pains that I had endured then to them she could no longer tend.
Oh, my mother I cry for you, to come and make me all better.
I wish to you this I could send, my heart with in this letter.
The pain it caught up with me one day,
I cried and cried, with nothing to say.
My loved one held me knowing not what to do,
Rocking and talking and humming me through.
I wept and I wept ‘till I could no more.
I felt empty of life and weak to the core.
I struggled to make my life go forward,
I had no goals nothing to look toward.
My life went on for me you see, because of what God means to me.
He told me of the pains He had, to let His son go made Him sad.
He said I would again see my mother, to trust in Him and no other.
My sorrows and pains will forever be mine;
With His love and peace in my heart I’ll be fine.
I don’t know the pain that you felt,
Nor the blow of death your mother was dealt.
I only know that on went my life,
And God is the one that helps with my strife.
So when I remember each Mother’s Day,
I’ll see her again, that’s what God did say.
Boy, I can hardly wait…
Pernell R. Rodocker
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