MAMA'S SHOES
MAMA’S SHOES
I’d like to wear your Mama’s shoes,
slip them on for a while.
Be a Mama figure that might
ease your pain … make you smile.
Her shoes would be hard to fill. She’s
been so giving, so kind.
I’d just try to shuffle around,
take troubles … off your mind.
Like to be her ears that listen,
when need someone to hear.
To be her strong arms holding you,
while hearing … every fear.
Like to be her lips that whisper,
scriptures that calm your heart.
Giving consolation and hope,
leaving strength … when we’d part.
But you know, I can’t fill her shoes,
no one can take her place.
Just know dear friend, I’m here for you,
till you can see … her face.
Nov. 27, 2021
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