You spanked me when I stole or lied,
yet always hugged me when I cried.
When I didn't know just what to do,
I trusted you to see me though.
I felt so safe from all the crime,
as you helped me in your spare time.
Remember visits? Grandma's house -
when I spilt Kool-aid on her blouse?
Remember the circus and the clowns;
Elephants, tigers all the sounds?
I love all the animals in our zoo,
but most of all mommy, I love you.
Last year, mom, when I was seven,
You spoke of Jesus - God in Heaven.
Hold my hand mommy. It's dark tonight;
as God is holding my other one tight.
Your eyes say "I won't make it through,"
but I know that Jesus loves me too.
You're worried, mommy, but please don't be -
for I see Jesus reaching down for me.
I see big scars in the palms of his hands.
He must have worked hard on Heaven's plans.
Forgive me mommy when I wasn't good,
because Jesus did. He understood.
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