Another change upon us.

A step down with less fuss.

A gown to replace her dress.

Easier to put on, less stress.

For cleanliness and comfort.

With dignity it does comport.

Forlorn it looks, Is it comely?

No, it looks very, very lonely.

As I dressed her in this gown of ease.

She acted somber no smile to please.

In an instant I knew no more to see,

My Momma, My Momma dressed just for me.

Years of changes have come.

Almost forgotten where we come from.

My anger is soothed often by her peace.

My love for her will never, no never cease.

How often I have fallen on my knees to pray.

Asking my Lord, “Must she be taken away?

Comfort us both, Lord, as we travel this way.

May our trial of tears bring glory to you each day.