Priest B. Brown
I saw you in the kitchen crying
because he decided to leave
you wept over the stack of bills
and asked why he left you alone.
Tears streamed down your haggard cheeks
as you pressed your hands together
knuckles white from the tension
like Jesus in the garden.
The oath of faithfulness abandoned
you would hold true to your promise
taking in a deep breath,
you stood work would not wait for despair.
Children crying for their father
mother crying for her husband
wayward man seeking self-satisfaction
trampling tender affections.
Your words spoke comfort to us
drying tears your hands soothed wounds none could see
your songs warmed quivering hearts
through your own pain and loss.
I learned to be a father through my mother
never relenting or leaving those I cherish
facing life and giving without reserve
soothing their pain even in my suffering.
Now she rests in the hands of God
from all the toils and labors she carried
I bow my knee in thanks to Him
for allowing me to be her son!