(DRAFT ~ 1)
For years her soul yearned to hear the word
from the little lips of her sweet baby girl.
Her heart ached from it's absence
and her daughters too. Replaying the last conversation
over, and over, and praying, and over again
Knowing one day she too will be free,
free to come home
free to be her, and free from an abusers grasp
and for me.....
The sound of her sweet voice that uplifts the heart in it's
saddest states and heals the wounds of past pains
will return to play the most beautiful sound. Even when said
with HER own little attitude days.
My daughter, my mini-me, my best-friend, and my world; stay strong,
stay enlightened, stay prayed up, and seek knowledge.