Ode For My Loved Mum

Thinking about the past i have the present added the response is oft tomorrow's hurtful sorrows unable to spend or to borrow it is an overloaded basket of sorrow this woman had, when her eyes were ailing, she begged me for praying then she cannot keep smiling and so she cannot write nor create, like i used to do even walking with a mobike would be troubeling, but up-to-date i had really to do with her and asked the Lord to be my advocate this lonesome lady of the pain i treat her the same as the sorrowful saints as the others in their shabby sorrow rusk i promised her to pray each dawn and dusk i regard her just as adorable as my beloved mother.... only with this difference my beloved Mum has a blitz appearance and much forbearance my most respected only one, my loved mum, constantly did her precious task as my provider the greatest mental bask of all kinds of love and more included many texts from the Holy Scriptures she sent through post and phone loving and caring calls encore yes, sir, she stood tallest she presenting the Words of our Lord Highest AlMighty one thing i most regret and now i reveal true saddest i still hope that i constantly will be in touch with her mental shelter as the loving and caring mother, none other my most diligent mental provider of my most needed mental whisperer that has given me the grandest emotive bed the grandest devotional shed as if she were living yet through Christ who is risen from the dead Amen.... Pipi, while walking with Sylvie on this emotional Path to the Day that Jesus would ascend to Heaven next 10th of May....1985 years ago, at 33 years young.... © Sylvia Frances Chan AD. Wednesday the 11th of April 2018 @ 7.43 hrs.A.M. West-European Time