Although my body’s tired and weak
And death is very near
Don’t be afraid for me
The futures very clear
God lent me to this earth
To do what I should do
And I have proved my worth
By giving birth to you
Now you must carry on
From where I finished off
You must carry on my son
In spite of those who scoff
For there is only one right way
A road you must follow
Start on that road today
For I’ll be gone tomorrow
But I’ll be watching from above
For now and evermore
Watching with undying love
Til’ we meet at Heaven’s door.
©Tony Channing 2005
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I am just a reader on authors den, so sometimes I just scan through looking at all different kinds of poetry or short stories. There is some amazing talent on this site, and you should really be proud of your work here. This poem about your mum is soooo beautiful! It sounds like it came straight from your heart and you are missing her very much. I really can't express how this poem has affected me, I lost my mother in 1999 and this is exactly what I would have liked to have written myself. Your pen is truly laced with truth and emotions. You should really be proud of this work, I am sure your mum would be. Beautiful, just truly beautiful!!
Linda L. Wells
this is a wonderful tribute to mom
very moving
well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, your tx. friend, karen lynn. :( >tears <
you are in my prayers, tony!