“Christopher My Son”
Christopher my beloved son, born to me when I wasn’t too young but because of you I had to re-invent myself in order to keep up with you and take care of you the way I needed to do. Christopher you brought a lot of joy and happiness into my life, with your way of saying and doing things that surprised and pleased me to hear and see. You always were and still are very special to me.
I have loved you so very much before and since the time you were born and as you grew you had a pleasing personality and a captivating smile that prompted those who saw you to want to hold you for a while. When you started to walk, you was quick and fast. You was really a blast. It was very difficult to keep up with you, you was so fast. You was some baby. You was some child. You was some handsome man with your signature smile.
You always wanted to have things your way and you did that too. You had so much wisdom and knowledge inside of you. I recall when you was seven and you asked me how you could be saved. I told you and you said you wanted to be baptized. You wanted to be saved. Time has passed so quickly since that time and you grew up to be twenty-nine. Now I reflect upon the warm September morning when you stood smiling standing at my bedroom door. You lifted up your hand, put two fingers to your lips and blew me a kiss and said “Bye Ma, see you later” and I said have a blessed day and you walked out the door and went on your way. So long Christopher, my dearest son. Have a good night. Some day we will be together again in the Heavenly light.
When I was little I asked Sister Epps 'How could I be saved?'And she responded, 'Give your life to the Lord,Because for you His life He gave'.
But Sister Epps, I asked, 'Can he save me like He saved you?'Sister Epps said, 'Seven children, grandchildren, brother and sisters I raisedI tell you, I like magnifying the Lord for He is worthy to be praised'.Sister Epps said, 'If you count on Jesus in the Book of Life,You’ll be counted too'.
Sister Epps!! Sister Epps!! Don’t stand up without your cane!Sister Epps said, 'My Heavenly Father is my doctor,So I’ll walk in Church cause He healed my pain'.
Sister Epps said, 'To honor your mother and fatherSo your days may be long,Cause one day you’ll look for them and they’ll be gone'!Like my daddy said, 'mother' may not always be right,But you can bet that 'mother' is never wrong.
Sister Epps, I asked, 'Why do you always wear white?'Whether it’s a sunny day or a stormy night, Sister Epps said'I wear white cause I’m a soldier, a missionary for the Lord,You see this white is my armor, and this book is my sword'.
Sister Epps would sing, 'It’s in My Heart, This Melody of Love Divine',Sister Epps would sing, 'It’s in My Heart, For I am His and He is Mine'.
I would hear Sister Epps pray for me - 'Lord, whatever it takes,Short of death, so that in his soul you may save,And don’t let him die in his sins, Oh Lord,Cause there is no repentance from the grave'.
There were times when I was faced with danger, and fear filled my head,Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil.I remember what Sister Epps said; she asked the Lord every morningTo watch over my life, I live today because God heard her plea.
Now I go through this life as a grown man.Lord I ask in your words, please order my steps,For you are the Father, which there is no other.Fellow saints, who love her, call her 'Sister Epps'.But I am just proud to call her 'MY MOTHER!'
Written by Christopher Samuel Epps on Friday night, September 22, 2000 as a tribute to his mother, Mother Geneva Epps. He recited it at the Appreciation Luncheon given by the Greater Zion Baptist Church and Rev. Norman Nelson, Jr., on Saturday, September 23, 2000 at The Eastwood Manor in the Bronx, NY.
Christopher S. Epps: Accounting and Poetry
Geneva Epps has not given up hope that the son she had late in life is alive. 'I’m just being hopeful and prayerful,' she said of Christopher S. Epps, her seventh child and second son. 'I just can’t seem to give up. I know that I’m not considered very wise and not facing reality. But the reality is that no one has showed me any proof that he is not alive.'
Sister Epps, as she is called at the Greater Zion Baptist Church in the Bronx, knows that the 29-year-old Mr. Epps, an accountant for Marsh & McLennan, was in the World Trade Center on Sept. 11. 'He said, `Bye, Mom, see ya later,’ ' she recalled. 'And I said, `Have a blessed day.’ And that was it.'
Now she focuses on a September day in 2000 when her church honored her, and Mr. Epps recited from memory a poem he had stayed up all night writing.
There were times when I was faced with dangerAnd fear filled my head.Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil;I remember what Sister Epps said.She asked the Lord every morning to watch over my life.I live today because God heard her plea.Now I go through this life as a grown man fast in your words.Please order my steps, for you are the Father.Others who love her call her Sister Epps,But I am just proud to call her my mother.