An Answer to My Mother’s Prayers
An answer to my mother’s prayers, I have been blessed for years to have a caregiver, Margarita. For one of Marguerita’s birthdays, I gave her the following poem that I know would reflect on my mom’s profound appreciation for being the Lord’s vessel to help:
I thank and praise You, Lord Jesus,
For sending Ana to
As an answer to a prayer
That my mom prayed long ago.
Yes, I can remember
My mom’s greatest concern for the future was
When I couldn’t stay at home
Any longer.
I was too young
Too think much about it,
But You, Jesus,
Took note of it.
Even then,
My mom was against placing me in a nursing institution
But was afraid for me to go
Into independent living,
Where she heard there was much abuse.
“What will happen
To my son?!”
Was her cry
To You, O Lord.
Time went on
And I had to go into nursing homes;
Though I tried to make the best of it
Especially when she came to visit,
She repeatedly said that
I didn’t belong there.
“What will happen”
To my son?!
He has too much potential
To be stuck in these institutions all of his life
But I’m afraid to let him go into an apartment
On his own,”
She cried to You, Lord, In prayer.
Her body died,
And she went on to be with You, Lord,
But her prayer about me
Didn’t die.
Even though
Attendants in independent living
Tried the best they could,
You remembered my mom’s prayer
And saw it fit to give me another mom-
A Mexican Ama.
Indeed, when You saw me struggling the most
With attendant care,
You spoke to Ama,
Who had eight children already,
To come to America
To take care of one more son-
Me.
On total faith,
She left her own country
And came to my rescue
To become my Ama.