The Mountain

The Mountain I met her on "The Mountain" She was old, and all alone Waiting on her youngest son To one day, make it home But sin has got it's price to pay And he was serving out his time While a family had been torn apart For his many shameful crimes There were weeks, without a visit And days without a call It seemed that for this one lost son She had forsaken all Her only daughter had grown so bitter Untilthe two refused to speak So yearspassed by, on that lonely hill And time had made her weak "I don't know what I'll do, if you quit me" She said that summer day As I helped her up, from where she fell I said " I'm here to stay" Her trust in me...unquestioned "My Faith", put to the test To do what God required of me Proved to be no small request There was no white horse,or shining armour Just a promise, I meant to keep Tothis person who consumed my thoughts Each night before I sleep This woman became my mother And I became her son This is my version of the story How my life with her begun She and her daughter were then reunited Their differences, set aside The two of them had made their peace Before our mother died We buried her in June, this year Few tears for her were shed Then we all gathered on the mountain Now that she was dead Her propertywas alldivided Her home is now for rent So I walked away, from this piece of land Where my time with her wasspent My promise to her had ended No debt to me is owed I pray this family recieves "The forgivness" That so few, to her, bestowed By: Lonnie Budro