God, My Mother
by Quinton Young

The Lord took part of me
When He took her soul
Leaving me hurt, lonely, and cold
If I could
Iíd take her pain
And just pray that I make it
On that heavenly train
Do you feel
The pain deep down inside for her
Would you take that heavenly ride
She told me she might not live to see me graduate
But couldnít the Lord just wait
When she was alive
I had the best of joy
When she died
All of that was destroyed
I was sick inside
From head to toe
I didnít know what to say
Or where to go

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Poem Copyright © 2000 by Quinton Young


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