My Mom's Mission

I wrote this poem a few months after Mom's diagnosis with pancreatic cancer which really is a death sentence. There is joy and sorrow in that diagnosis. Of all the cancers - this one is pretty definite about what it will do and it will do it quickly. Each day and each month of this cancer is truly a gift and we did not take anything for granted. We were shocked how much time we got with mom - 9 months after diagnosis. It was all gift and Mom completed her mission.

My Mom's Mission
by Jeanette B. Engel
November 18, 2007


Mom you are so sick yet courageous and strong.
What is it that keeps you faith filled for so long?
What is that sparkle I see in your eyes?
How can you smile when our hearts just cry?

You taught us of Jesus of His love so true.
You taught us our prayers and modeled it too.
You taught us to live with forgiveness and love.
And now you teach us to die, and to live for above.

Maybe we all now see Jesus in you.
He was there all along but there's something so new.
In your acceptance of suffering you have an audience now.
We all hang on your words and your actions show how.

How do you do it with death at your door?
You're convinced you will live with Christ forevermore.
He is the joy that lightens your heart.
He is the reason we will never be apart.

For if you are taken from this world fairly soon.
We will go on because we know you'll make room.
You will intercede for us at the heavenly throne.
And one day the Bergmann family will all have a new home.

Toronto Street will just be a memory so sweet.
Of a Mom who gave all with love so complete.
We will all be united with Jesus one day.
Because that was your mission to show us the Way.

So as you get weaker, just know we are here.
To take care of you, our Mother so dear.
Let us be the 9 children you taught us to be,
Oh Mom, go to Jesus and you will be free!