
I Remember Momma
I Remember Momma
It was a movie, from long ago…longer than most will remember
It was a story I have never forgotten
About a little girl who yearned for more
…more than her little world offered
More than her mother, limited by her circumstances
with curses she would never be a victim of the same
And yet…
Transformed by experiences
Wisdom hard earned
I remember Momma
Idle in her head for which sickness drowned her
Stories she could remember; stories she thought she remembered
Memories she kept sacred…
Sins she had to pay
A woman of pure love…of undying love!
Who gave all she had
Who asked for more than we could give
Who never got her fill, and cursed God for it
And yet, still remained a sheep among the flock; hopes of eternity
I remember Momma
Wisdom not hers–the disease took that away
Success not a destination she reached,
but a journey of hills and valleys she climbed,
The outcomes, God’s will; Que Sera Sera!
Some called it faith, a fool’s faith
But she was no fool…just naive; hopeful
…Good! Really, really good!
Money was not attainable…leaving dreams to lay in the dirt,
seeded, but never fruitful
But everything she touched was priceless
She was priceless; not a woman of women, but a woman of humanity
A kind of angel on earth never fully realized…until they touch your life
And I am forever humbled by my shame,
to think I needed to be more than…
I remember Momma,
Oh, if only to be worthy of being just like her