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Nahisha Mccoy Poem
Everyday I awake to the softness of the sun rays, shining brightly through my window
panes, I wonder to myself as I wipe the sleep away, from my eyes, before I get on my
knees to pray. I bow my head and close my eyes, to speak the words that comes from my
hearts, forming into sentences that goes up toward the skies,
Lord hear me now for I am about to cry,
I am missing my baby girl,Lord I am so tired,
I am missing my baby girl, Lord help me I am feeling a little wired,
I am missing my baby girl, Lord my soul feels like it's on fire.
I feel her soul passing through these rooms, giving life to every flower as I watch them
bloom, I smell her scent past through these walls, like a fire leaving behind it's
fumes,I see her smiling as if she were in front of me, listening to me, clapping for me,
as I sing the blues.
I am missing my baby girl Lord, and I don't know what to do,
I am missing my baby girl, Lord I am so confused,
Heavenly father help me, clear my mind so I can just get through,
these terrible times as I lie hear listening to this priest read from the obituary at my
ten year old's funeral.
Lord I am missing my baby girl, oh Lord I need you
so please, please, hear my prays to help me make it through.
By N. McCoy
(To Maria, In Loving Memory of Markita Weaver)
RIP Baby Girl We Miss You
4/26/1993-1/23/2004
Copyright © Nahisha Mccoy | Year Posted 2005
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Nahisha Mccoy Poem
I have been blessed a million times over, Wearing these scars from battles, has made
me a strong independent soldier, I am no longer a warrior stuck in the mist of good
versus evil fighting for the wrong side, I know longer drag my feet holding my head
down, I take long graceful steps as I walk this life with a soft stride,
Taking in every breath as my heart pumps at a faster rhythm that I now call pride,
Each day I awake seeing life through eyes that are now opened, allowing my mind to take
over my body, leaving my senses in control, Awakening to see the rays of a beautiful sun
shining down on my soul, feeling his hands touch me with the warmth of his glow,
I want to reach out to him, to show him, how much my life has been reformed.
This is my testimony to the warmth of his hold, How he touched me and molded me unto a
treasure made of the purest gold, He placed a pen in my hand and guided it to give the
world poems from the soul, To write stories for years to come,for everyone in the world
to behold, giving you words of wisdom, cooked from the heart and fed too the soul,
but most of all, From a love that runs so deep, That it makes you want to hold on to
life, grabbing it by faith, letting him know that, He has all of the control.
Copyright © Nahisha Mccoy | Year Posted 2005
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