Sun Poem by Shirley Morgan

I'll never forget that evening
that I received the call
from the hospital.The
doctor called and said,
that my mother, was breathing
slowly. As I sat, she watched
the clock on the wall as if
she knew her journey was coming
to a end. I asked the nurse and said,
do you think she is going to die.she replied,
, I don't know you
know her better than I do.
The nurse put pretty yellow
bows in her hair. During
the night God came and took
my mother home.
As I drove home the sun was
rising. My mother appeared
in the sky. She was smiling
with God. And God spoke
and said, don't fret young
lady. I already sent my son
(Jesus) to comfort you!