Yesterday My Friend's Mom Died

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34° 0' 43.2828" N, 117° 40' 43.266" W

Yesterday, my best friend’s mom died.

She woke up and took a fresh breath

Only to be struck lifeless by that

Nefarious nemesis called death.

 

Eighteen and twelve.

The ages of the daughters that she left behind.

Beautiful, brown girls with brilliant minds.

Eyes red, bodies trembling, hearts filled

With pain and suffering.

Mourning that morning that God took their

Mom, without even the slightest warning.

 

Isn’t it a shame that you don’t have to

Be doing anything wrong to die.

That our lives may very well flash

Before us in the blink of an eye.

 

Isn’t it a shame that death doesn’t discriminate-

Let the “good people” live and leave the

Rapists, murderers, and criminals to incinerate.

But no.

You see, Death incriminates. He’s a prison,

And eventually, we’re all taken as his inmates.

 

Yesterday, my best friend’s mom died.

She arose at seven, but by eleven

She was peacefully resting in Heaven.

 

Sure her daughters wept and cried,

But, guess what? They are still alive.

With backs clothed, stomachs fed, and

Brobdingnagian brains in their heads, they  

Give thanks for being survivors-

For an omniscient God who is their

Healer, comforter, and provider.

 

Isn’t it awesome that despite your dismay, “today

Is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday.”

That in the face of your darkest nights, the Son

Always bursts through to shine His light.

 

Isn’t it awesome that God died to save our

Virtuous souls from our sinful flesh.

That he is a mother to the motherless and a

Father to the fatherless.

 

You see, life sucks.

But it’s awesome.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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