I had an uninvited guest, it is the wind.
The wind sprinting from east to west.
Whistling and amplified.
Wrestling with the leaves.
The rose in the garden started twirling from north to south.
It touched me.
Standing static like a statue, happiness runs across my face.
Thinking aloud.
Is this you mama?
I whispered to myself, mama is here.
My mother is still my mother irrespective of her domicile.
The mother of all mothers.
At sunrise I look up to the sky.
I know mama is in Heaven.
At sunset I look up to the clouds.
I know mama is in Heaven.
I watched the clouds drifting and shifting in the sky.
Like a twin wiper washing the windscreen.
Thinking aloud.
Is this you mama?
I whispered to myself, mama is here.
Mama is like the Rose.
A rare Rose.
Ageless, priceless and selfless rose.
One of a kind.
Created by God in His image.
An epitome of creation.
A citizen of Heaven.
Lovely and beautiful.
A splendid rose without thorns.
A rose that outlived all seasons.
This rose is Mama.
A rose with a distinctive fragrance.
A rose of spirituality.
This morning the fragrance oozed into my living room.
Thinking aloud.
Is this you mama?
I whispered to myself, mama is here.
A beautiful garden now stands alone.
Missing the one who planted it.
Missing the one who nurtured it.
Missing the one who watered it.
Now she is with the Lord.
Her sun still shines in her children.
Her flowers still bloom in her children.
A child is born.
She is like a chip off the old block.
Thinking aloud.
Is this you mama?
I whispered to myself, mama is here.
Tornados swept through the garden yesterday.
The rain mortally pounded the garden like a cannon.
And the rain cascades with tears drop on eart.
Our roof is no longer leaking.
We weathered the storm.
I can hear the heartbeat of the flowers.
Yet the flowers are still standing, graciously standing tall.
The garden is evergreen full of life.
This is a revelation and confirmation.
The wind visits the flowers again.
Each leaf bend over one another in salute.
Thinking aloud.
Is this you mama?
I whispered to myself, mama is here.
What a beautiful garden.
The memories of its keeper is still alive in our hearts.
She loved every flower that she planted.
She loved all the colors of the flowers that she planted.
With so much love she would plant them with delight.
But just like her flowers she was part of Gods plan.
So when it was her time, God reached down His blissful hand.
God look through the Garden of life searching for the paramount.
That is when God found Mama.
Heaven elevated rose to an Angel.
Mama is resting in the bosom of Abraham.
Mama your flowers are still strong and growing opulently.
Mama your flowers are still united like a bunch of unbreakable brooms.
Mama your flowers are ubiquitously where there is peace and prosperity.
Mama is resting in Heaven’s vineyard.
Mama still nurtures her flowers from Heaven.
Mama is here.