A Daughters Voice

(DRAFT ~ 1) For years her soul yearned to hear the word MOM 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. (Shyne930,2012)