Ma

It has been a decade and five years since that day,
When the ambulance arrived without delay.
With hysteria, my father called out my name,
In that moment, I knew miracles we would need to claim.

In a panic, I rushed to my sisters’ side,
My mind racing, emotions I couldn’t hide.
Paramedics worked tirelessly, pushing and pumping,
But their efforts seemed futile, no progress forthcoming.

The doctor’s words filled the air, a rambling stream,
And amidst it all, I wondered, is my mother’s life a dream?
I sank into my chair, silently praying to God above,
Suppressing my anger, not wanting to cause a ruckus or a shove.

Amidst joy and sorrow, we bid her adieu,
Knowing deep within, someday we’ll reunite anew.
I recall the promise bestowed upon her by the Divine,
That her son would preach God’s Word, a purpose so fine.

And so, with every sermon I deliver with zeal,
I dedicate it to my mother’s memory, a love that’s real.