Days were when innocence enveloped me like seeds in a pod for all that mattered was what you brought forth,

Without restrictions you allowed me cry wild and supported me with comfort and warmth I knew not,

God put me in your arms because He knew you will give me solace.

You raised me and taught me what was right and watched me rise,

As I grew and stuck like a glue and didn’t have a clue, you made me detach to see something new,

You tailored me to be who I am and desirable to many people

Now the time has come for me to reciprocate, death has asked you to follow and have left me with sorrow like sleepy hollow,

But thanks be to God that there’s no restriction in resurrection when death will be put to permanent sleep and confined in the deep while we leap.

This is the hope I have that even when I cry, I know it’s for a while ’cause though weeping may endure for a night, joy will surely come in the morning,

Continue to rest in the bosom of the Lord mum, till we meet to part no more.

With love, Custom Chris.

Written by Custom Chris

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