Not Enough TIme

Three years, too short to last,
It went away so fast.
My mother had to go,
Why, I wanted to know.

Too young to understand,
But did I hold her hand?
Did I know it was death,
Watch her take her last breath?

Was I by her bedside,
Did I sit and abide?
Watch her fading away,
Cry, begging her to stay?

Did I silently sit,
Or did I throw a fit?
While it slowly took her,
Did I feel calm and sure?

Three years-hardly enough.
I think of all this stuff,
And wonder, could I grow,
If only I could know?

Wax strong in the Spirit,
Not feel like I’ve been hit.
Remember my mother,
And know when I see her?

Know that she’s my mother,
And I belong to her,
That I am not alone,
And she will help me home.

I’m sure that by her side,
I will gladly abide.
There in her loving arms,
I’ll be quite safe and warm.

In her embrace of love,
I’ll live with her above,
Relive the years I lost,
For just a little cost.

Live in righteousness well,
So with her I can dwell.
Do the best I know how,
Just like I want to now.

Live my life righteously,
Be the best I can be.
So I can see my mother,
And live again with her.

The Spirit tells me this,
I know nothing’s amiss.
I need to do what’s right,
And walk within the light.