“We on this continent should never forget that men first crossed the Atlantic not to find soil for their ploughs but to secure liberty for their souls. – Robert J. McCracken

 

My mom was leaving this world

Her final days were spent with music

It had gotten late and everyone was asleep

She had drifted off and this song was her favorite.

Reminded her of when she was young in Brooklyn.

I started singing it and she reached over and grabbed my hand

She started singing along and she had such grace.

It was like she was just going to get up the next day and be fine.

I was just a teenager and she was trying to get me to go back to sleep.

I don't share her faith, but this moment was holy.

I am sad that I can't send this song to her,

But maybe she hears it anyway.