Mom Left the Key

The one thing I remember
Sort of engraved in memory,
Is that inspiring view of my mother
Reading the Word diligently.

When all the trappings of religion
Failed as the times got rough,
Her frail strength had a foundation
For His Word alive was enough.

I would see many tears fall down
As her stifled cry rose to heaven,
But her countenance had always shown
She was never alone...even then.

Now I found the key to my life too
Mom had taught me that truth quite well,
In this world there's affliction,  that's true
But my comfort's in Him I can tell.

All rights reserved ~~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello