Willie Mae

June 8, 2011
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A lady with encouragement
Who loved everybody
No matter what they did wrong.
She is the lady that raised me.
My grandmother, Willie Mae,
Never talked about anybody in an appalling fashion.
She didn’t care what you look like.
She’d only care if you were right.
Strong as a rock
That nobody could break.
With the Lord by her side,
She all the power she needed,
To make it for life.
Sixty-Two years of living.
She thought it was the best experience she’d ever had.
The Lord had asked her to carry redemption’s plan.
She lived life with bumps in the roadway,
People telling her that she should just live and die,
But, she couldn’t afford that.
She walked the path of life’s highway.
She married a man to be with her for desperate need.
Years have conceded for a while and as a grandmother,
She knew it was time to be a grandmother.
Her husband had passed on out of existence.
She was the only grandparent I’d ever had.
I made the best time of it with her.
She cooked the best Sunday dinners
That nobody could ever envision!
Oh how good was that piece of Heaven!
She would give me the advice that I need when times were rough.
She told me to worry about anything.
She only told me to pray.
Pray hard and long for the Lord to hear the brightest beg!
She said trouble isn’t going to be here everyday.
How long?
Not long.
She was a person that I could talk to
When I was in the deepest valley alone
There with me, she was all I needed to get by.
Unfortunately, cancer had come.
I watched horrifically through all of the pain
Waiting for a sign,
A sign of hope,
A sign of peace.
Getting weaker everyday,
But never spiritually,
And she did not once complain.
She knew it was an unambiguous reasoning.
But for what though?
She knew her time was coming.
That day, she told me she was dreaming,
Dreaming like she never had before.
Traveling through our adventures together,
Those days are over,
Not over for that long.
Looking at pictures,
Made me look dreadful of all the wonderful times
Was a close.
The day has come.
Willie Mae,
Come on, it’s time my daughter,
To say goodbye.
She said she was ready
For a trip to the city of Heaven.
For there, she could relax.
And not to worry about what’s going to happen.
She was at peace.
No more, No more, No more sickness!
No more people talking about her.
She had done what the Lord had asked of her
For sixty-two years.
Sixty-Two is good enough.
Well done my daughter, well done!
Go, Go.
Do what ever you desire.
Grandson, keep you head up.
Don’t worry about what people say,
No matter their beliefs,
Because you are worth it,
To make it through life,
Cross the bridges of life.
And when you come home
I’ll be waiting,
Waiting for a hug and a kiss.
You will always be my grandson.
I love you and I will see you soon.
I love you too.
I love you dearly.
You mean a lot to me,
Grandma Willie Mae

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