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Pictures from heaven
Momma lay sleeping, still in her bed,
the letter from Charlie, next to her head,
forever and ever, she intends to keep,
the letter she's read many times to sleep.
He's still not home, and summer has gone,
she prays that she won't be left alone.
A few months later, and still he's not there,
she tells herself that he still does care,
But hope in her son was growing thin fast,
for autumn has gone, and winter will pass.
He's still not home, and winter has gone,
she prays that she won't be left alone.
A knock on the door, a ring on the bell,
Momma wakes up to a wonderful smell,
the bright spring morning brings flowers of joy,
and standing outside the door - her boy.
He told of his journey through Africa's danger
and why he could not have come home sooner.
He hugged her and told her he's home to stay,
and never again will he go away.
He's finally home, and spring is here,
Charlie is back with his mother dear.
Her breaths are so weak, her body is frail,
she said this was the end of her tale,
Her son said it wasn't her time yet to go,
but she could not stay on, and he must know
He's finally home, and spring has gone,
but he doesn't want to be left alone.
With her last breath, she tells him to smile,
"Momma's meeting Jesus in a little while,
he'll take care of Momma, he'll heal Momma's pain,
and one day in heaven, we'll meet again."
She told him that she wasn't leaving for good,
and she'll be with him forevermore,
because she's seen the pictures of heaven
when he came walking through the door.
She's finally gone, and summer is here,
Charlie said, "I love you, mother dear."
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