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SUNDAY MORNING
I remember Sunday morning:
While in the kitchen cooking for nine, the sounds of gospel make her feel fine.
-Mom made sure that all would hear the sounds of gospel when she was near.
-Although she had listened to gospel on the radio all night long, it was Sunday morning's music that made her strong.
-Throughout the week she's worked more than most, but Sunday is her special meeting with The Holy Ghost.
I remember Sunday morning:
-Waking up in our crowded apartment in New York City built for four, we lived as a family with much more.
-Our family's guiding light would be at her real center, The Miracle Revival Center.
-Church was clearly where she spent her finest hours, it was where Mom drawed her power.
-Now seated in church, her favorite place, she smiled as she hummed, "Amazing Grace"
-This was clearly her place---this was her space.
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I remember Sunday morning:
-Mom's been close to the Lord for the whole week, but on Sunday morning she's at her peak.
-Her spirtual energy vibrates our home for Mom knows tht with God we are not alone.
-Grits cook in the kitchen with a lot of care, as a straightening comb burns my sister's hair.
-Getting ready for church on Sunday morning was always a ritual, but with Mon it was habitual
I remember Sunday morning:
-Going to Brooklyn today to hear Uncle Preacher's sermon of the day.
-He will be preaching in his storefront church in Far Rockaway.
-It will be a long way to Brookly on the clattering subway, but Mom is with me all the way.
-Sitting in Uncle Preacher's storefront church on raggedy folding chairs, all souls have gathered to allay their fears.
-He talks about sinners, "acting the fool" while paper fans try in vain to keep us cool.
-With a tear in her eye, Mom rises to testify. She'll tell everyone she's struggled today, but the Good Lord has shown her a way.
-After all she's doing just fine, she's a mother who raised a family of nine- and many "grands", too many to mention, received her love and devoted attention.
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I remember Sunday morning:
-A strong black woman awakes swelling with anticipation getting ready for the church where she will find her inspiration.
Today, Mom lives on in a better place, but we are all the better for sharing her love and grace.
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SHE LIVED HER LIFE NOT ALWAYS IN BLISS, BUT ALWAYS
REMINDED US, "How can you not serve a God like
this?"
I stil remember Sunday morning
For out devoted Family, Glenn
Everyday is Mother's Day
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