My mother told me that God would always be my closest friend in life. In February 1998 she passed away. Remembering those words, I wrote this poem several months later. Mom has gone to be with her friend.
God Was Your Closest Friend
|by Randall Beers|
I knew you were hurting although you wouldnít cry,
And could see you were suffering, see the pain in your eye
I wanted to comfort you, to hold you, be with you that day,
You looked so helpless and frail while in bed you did lay.
I watched as you shivered from a new pain,
And wondered how I might have handled the same.
I wanted to scream, to shout, and to yell,
You said you were fine although your skin was so pale.
I knew in my heart your time was near end,
And wished I could take you, your body to mend.
I knew that soon God would be your closest friend,
You told me many times thatís how it would end.
I stood there watching as each breath came slow,
And fought to find courage, my emotions were low.
I promised you when the time came that Iíd not cry,
You never saw my eyes wet, always they were dry.
I held your hand as I silently said goodbye,
And knew in my heart that soon you would die.
I stroked your forehead and said how I loved you,
You nodded and smiled and I knew that you knew.
I no longer care, my tears I canít hide,
And as I stood there waiting for death by your side.
I knew then that God was your closest friend,
You had told me many times thatís how it would end.