Now It's Time

This is a poem my sister wrote about my mom to help her deal with her pain. I wish I could have written something like this.

It’s Time

Jesus came to me one day
and told me
“It’s time to take her away”
Before I can answer, “No, not yet!”
He said, “She’s tired she needs to rest”
I asked Him, “ Lord, why her, why me?”
“I’m not yet ready , can’t you see?”
He gave me an answer, he gave me a smile
“Don’t worry my child you’ll be apart only for awhile”
I didn’t listen, I thought it was unfair
The pain of her loss is too painful to bear.
I asked once more, “Jesus , can’t she stay?”
“Any price I would be willing to pay”
He looked at me and held my hand,
“Her time is up, you should understand”
“But how could I live without her by my side?”
“I will always be with you”, he calmly replied.
I rested my head on His shoulder
I told Him, “Jesus, please take care of her”
“Yes, my child, I’ll take her with me,
In heaven she’ll be peaceful, contented and happy”
“Thank you Jesus, now I can let her go,
But can you tell her how much I love her so?”
“That my child, I need not do,
Because even before, she already knew”

I made this poem to start my healing process. I will just leave it all up to Him because I only survive with the assurance that mommy is happy in God’s kingdom. Let us continue to pray for her.

-JEWEL-