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Where Momma Is by Ronald Shultz © 2003 Whenever I felt lost without a clue Or just down and very blue. I could always go Home where Momma was. When I needed wisdom beyond my years Or someone to dry my bitter tears I could always go Home where Momma was When I just needed a place to rest Where I knew that I would always be blest I could always go Home where Momma was. Now, Momma has been touched by death's cold hand And I am so grieved that I can barely stand At that familiar door to the Home where Momma was. Yet in my heart I can hear her voice Telling me that I should rejoice For things are so very grand at Home where Momma is. There will come a day when I too Shall pass beyond the clouded blue And then again I'll be Home where Momma is. |
 This poem was a finalist in the December 2005 poetry contest |