But it is a maudlin day
A yearly week of sad memories
Mom's was a sad life
She was orphaned even though
Mom and Dad abandoned her
She was sent to Salt Lake
the Mormon church took her in
She suffered not being Mormon
She survived from one Foster home
to the next and married badly
My Father was a drunk and abuser
I have tasted his blows
Old enough to sent them back he left
Mom was born January !7
Martin Luther King born the same day
At fifty four on this day
she was struggling to breath
She died January i9 sis on Mom's birthday
Jesus was there to comfort the day she died
No matter the pain she lived for Jesus
Always she lived for her kids
Took the blows to keep us safe
Big enough I returned the blows for her
Sadly the cancer struck at a time she was
finally happy having met my Stepdad
He died this year at age one hundred
She and Sis sit on my shoulder as Angels
Number four against twenty posts
Inmemmorial for Fern Erma Soash my Mother
On her death bed, I was there, Mom had
my stepfather accept Christ in babtism
No matter the pain she lived for his glory
Thanks for a short time to be heard