M’my, as she was affectionately called by me <br />Never lent a deafening ear, <br />But now my cries, my calls, my sighs, my shouts <br />My God, she cannot hear <br /> <br />In my dull days and my nervous nights, <br />I pray to God that she were here <br />To listen to my anxious and weeping heart, <br />And to offer a motherly cheer <br /> <br />I dialled her number many times since then <br />But never heard her voice, <br />What must I do? I want to talk to you <br />My mother, you are the best choice <br /> <br />“God is in charge and all is well” <br />Are the last words I heard her say <br />Your stubborn love for Christ and your faithfulness <br />Are my lesson books, to this day. <br /> <br />I want to talk to you, dear mother <br />You have been more, than a mom to me <br />That day will soon return, I remembered <br />Just be faithful through eternity.<br /><br />Troy Brown<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-want-to-talk-to-you/
