REMEMBERING THE FOOTSTEPS OF MY MOTHER

 I have often thought of the path
my mother took in her life.
I watch with great intensity even
as a child, of the strain and sacrifice.

I watched how humble she was, even
though she was aware of her power.
She could request anything from God,
and God would respond within the hour.

It was amazing how little she asked for.
It was always for family and friends.
She was content with the spirit of God,
she lived for battling the devil and sin.

I often wondered why she never asked for
worldly things, big houses and diamond rings.
Why she prayed for her enemies as well as her friends.
She was preparing her soul to meet the King.

I am truly bless to have had a mother with
so many gifts, and to be able to remember her
footsteps.

Now all I have to do is walk in them...

Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2013