I am FREE
Though sorrow and grief may overwhelm,
greater is He in the spiritual realm.
It’s bittersweet having to say goodbye.
Truly I miss you, but you are free to fly.
Above me, hands held high as I prayed.
Below me, my mom’s failing body laid.
As the time passed, before your spirit left.
With your faint heart, you took your last breath.
No longer suffering pain, so patiently endured.
Grace fought your battle, FAITH was your cure.
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I am a mother, daughter, wife, writer, poet and believer who lost her mother on October 4, 2018. Through this tragedy my faith and reliance on God and family has deepened. This poem was written the evening of mom's passing. When she took her last breath, my dad exclaimed Kathy you're FREE! Words that would inspire me to write this poem. My mother's death has changed my life and perspective. And although cancer took her body, it could not take her soul. In the end, cancer did not win. She is forever FREE!