These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

"Mama is Gone."

"Mama is gone," attempts to say,
that she has left this life today.
So few the words, it's not okay.
Emotions feel so raw.

"Mama is gone." She'll not come back
to live within this house of lack,
where days are long, and pains attack.
Released, her soul is free.

"Mama is gone." Was all bestowed?
Were things well-said? The thoughts we owed?
Beware of Grief's accusing mode
as we begin to heal.

"Mama is gone." Please, help us, Lord,
to find great solace in Your Word,
while reading Truth through eyes still blurred.
We live in lasting Hope.

"Mama is gone," but Jesus comes.
The days to live are still great sums,
where all is blest in work, that hums.
He's JOY, dear grieving heart.

"Mama is gone," but just for now.
We'll all before the King soon bow.
His Blessings evermore bestow
to know His laughter there.

"Mama is gone." What more can be said?
"Our Hope is in Christ, Alive from the dead!
Our sins are paid by He, Who bled."
There's nothing more to pay.

"Mama is gone." The sun is set
upon these earthly days to get.
One dash can nevermore be let
to stop the life, that comes.

"Mama is gone," but we are here
to help each other combat fear,
to light the path, to walk it clear,
until He calls us Home.

"Mama is gone" to joy in her peace,
to lay down weak life in fullest release.
Now, knowing more strength, that life can increase.
There's Hope to embrace once again.

by Jay O’Toole
on July 15th, 2025