I've grown closer to my mother.
Who for so many years was distant because
Of so many different things that have happened.
She's a communicator, like me.
I take after her in that.
I still don't want to say too much like she does,
And would prefer to say too little over too much, like my father.
But there's value to be held,
And I just hope tragedy does not now strike!
For my worst fear growing up
Was that my mother would die.
For now she is very much alive,
And helps me in more ways than she knows,
And in ways that I really fear,
Although she's still human, and sometimes parrots things like I do.
So much tragedy abounds,
So much sorrow that words cannot express,
But God is there, working and tugging,
Patient in His everlasting plan to bring people to Him.
