Mama, I went to your grave today,
To lay some pretty flowers there,
But as I looked around upon the ground,
I couldn't see you anywhere.
Then I looked up high in the sky,
And I could see you everywhere,
Walking softly with our Savior,
On the streets He paved with Gold,
Picking fruit from Heavens' tree,
Waiting for us to join the fold.
Wait for us sweet gentle Mother,
Keep us in your sweet Holy Prayer,
Hence one day I know we'll come,
And then we'll be together there.

By Pearlie Duncan Walker
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